It hasn't been all that long since I last saw this, but here it is as the 1975 Oscar winner for Best Picture - so I'm watching it in my 1974 week.
It's a sequel that works pretty well when it probably shouldn't work at all. It features two stories, neither of which are quite enough to carry their own movie, and Michael's story is so disjointed that it seems to reset a few times after we return to it from flashbacks.
Vito's tale is much more engrossing, handled excellently by DeNiro, yet he's still saddled with the occasional "seqeully" bit like saying his version of the unrefusable offer line - maybe they should have tripled down on that line and made it the franchise's "I have a bad feeling about this." Vito's story is good enough to carry the inconsistencies of the present-day stuff, which still has great moments, to be sure, such as Kay with the single bravest thing ever said to a mafia boss? Ever? In any film or in real life?
It's got me ready to watch the third one again for the first time in a loooong while, that's for sure.
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