In a 2011 article for The New York Times, novelist Marilynne Robinson states that, “The Bible is the model for and subject of more art and thought than those of us who live within its influence, consciously or unconsciously, will ever know.” This thesis, which she subsequently demonstrates through a brilliant reading of The Sound and the Fury (not to mention in her own sublime fiction), comes from the literary critic Northrop Frye. He used his titanic studies The Great Code and Words With Power to illustrate how the Bible creates the “mythological universe” of Western literature–the creative playground of every artist’s consciousness and imagination. Any work of letters references, depends upon, and derives power from, the Bible. To write is to trade in the primal myths, language, archetypes, and metaphors that originate in the biblical narrative. Thus, every novel, poem, and play mediates that narrative’s meaning whether the author intends it or not – even when he intends the opposite. ‘Biblical meaning’ doesn’t equal ‘Christian doctrine’ though, but rather the instinctive way we thematize life.
The same principle applies to film – a cousin of literature, after all. And Francis Ford Coppola's twin masterpiece The Godfather and The Godfather, Part II makes for a paradigmatic example of how a movie can bear a Christian (in this case, Catholic) dimension without its doctrinal agenda (let's all agree that the third movie was a misbegotten fiasco). Coppola doesn't tell the story of the Corleone family through a Catholic lens, but the Corleones and their interlocutors are steeped in a tapestry of tradition, ritual, and code that grants them the mystique so evocative of Catholicism's archaic aura. Indeed, Coppola pulls the films' major visual and narrative motifs directly from the meaning-making worldview of its Italian American Catholic characters. And it's this worldview that imbues the story with such tragic weight.
At the center of the movie's catholicity stands the title character himself, Don Vito Corleone – the Godfather (Marlon Brando). The very moniker godfather bursts with religious import. It comes from the order of baptism, where the parents of an infant Christian choose two other adults to stand in as spiritual caretakers for the child. A godfather is one who has care for weak, uninitiated souls. With his power, he means to guide the neophyte along the ways of the faith. Don Vito's godfather to several people in this strict sense, but as the head of a vast Mafia organization, he's Godfather to untold numbers in a near-limitless sense. The title gives and confirms in him a near-supernatural quality that is at once demonic and divine. He offers care, protection, and justice to supplicants – but at a price. As in the story of Faust, once you assent to him, he claims rights over you. With one hand he offers God's beneficence, with the other his wrath. He contains all these elements in his one person: compassion and ruthlessness, grace and danger, acute intelligence and unsparing force.
Bonasera and Don Vito |
Michael in his "Christmas ribbons" |
Vito and Genco in deleted scene |
Michael at his nephew's baptism |
The baptism scene at the film's end marks the completion of his moral corruption, and the summation of Coppola's Catholic motifs. By intercutting Michael’s assassinations of his rivals with his nephew’s exorcism and baptism, the director sets the action within a cosmic canopy. The ecclesial liturgy provides the meaning of the events happening outside: As his nephew is baptized into the Paschal Mystery, Michael is baptized into the mystery of evil. Coppola contrasts the baby’s white garments – a symbol of its innocence – with Michael’s dark suit, sunken eyes, and hallow features. He repeatedly cuts from the image of the priest’s hands using holy objects (oil, salt, stole, etc.) to images of the hitmen’s hands assembling their deadly weapons – the minister of life offset by the ministers of death. Michael makes the baptismal promises for his nephew, also named Michael. Coppola again intercuts his answers with shots of the mobsters moving to their targets, his voice echoing over the soundtrack as they gun down their victims. The effect is powerfully ironic: Michael's rejection of Satan coincides with the murders, thus revealing his affirmations to be lies. At the end, the priest pours water over the infant’s head – Michael’s baptism is a full immersion into the waters of sin, set in relief by his godson's immersion into life in Christ. The religious ritual is supposed to effect initiation into a new community, but it's a demonic parody for Michael, confirming him overlord of the underworld as he takes out the heads of the rival gangland families. As promised from birth, he ascends to a throne, but the dark one – the one his father tried to keep from him. It's his coronation: he's anointed Godfather.
Michael and Apollonia |
But from the beginning of the Sicily sequence, a sense of foreboding hangs over this Eden. Michael has to walk around with bodyguards, and he finds that all the men in his ancestral home of Corleone have died from vendettas. The black terror convulsing America hunts him even here. Then Apollonia is killed in car bomb –there's no escape from the violence. And that's because, as Coppola illustrates at the outset of Part II, Sicily is the origin and source of the violence, not a sanctuary from it. This idea also follows the biblical myth – in Genesis, Eden sets the stage for the first sin, one that creates a chain reaction affecting everyone and everything that comes after. No one can be free from the stain of that original wrong, the biblical narrative states, and in the second movie, none of the Corleones escape the consequences of Vito’s past choices. By sequencing Vito's early days contrapuntally with Michael's experience in the late 1950s, we literally see the intergenerational grip of violence – how time reaps in the present what we sow in the past. After witnessing young Vito's whole family murdered in Sicily at the film's outset, we move to Lake Tahoe in 1958. It's his grandson's first holy communion and, again, the ritual is parodied: during the after party, we have a shot of Frank Pantangelli (Michael V.Gazzo) coaxing Michael's son, Anthony, into sipping from a goblet of wine. Pantangelli functions in Part II as the link to Sicily and the old ways of Don Vito back in New York. So here he is, having Anthony drink of the desecrated blood that flows from the family business. The cycle of violence will pull him in, too, we understand – hence Kay's desperate attempts to pull her boy away.
Robert de Niro as the young Don Vito strides up Mulberry Street |
Part II undoes the sentimentalism that many find in the first movie. But the sequence of the Lower East Side in 1917 cannot but brim with nostalgia for American Catholics, especially Italian Americans. The wonder lies in how Coppola conjures the entire lifeworld of turn-of-the-century Little Italy. It has the feel of truth, as if you've been transported back into the world your grandparents or great-grandparents lived through and you've heard of only in stories. Every detail is authentic, and, as Vito Corleone (Robert DeNiro) strides up Mulberry Street, the whole scene feels like old grainy photos suddenly animated and lived through. So many millions of viewers can place themselves, their family story, in this Lower East Side milieu: Irish, Italians, Poles. And so many of them Catholics – the Catholic church in America began as an immigrant church of the urban ghetto, the urban poor. This is the romantic image we descendants carry of our ancestors. But Coppola doesn't shirk from showing us the underside of our ancestral story: Vito solidifies his and his family's standing by shooting Don Fanucci (Gastone Moschin) during a traditional Italian eucharistic procession and festa. He cooly returns to his family afterward, and Coppola lingers on a tableaux of the Corleones seated on the tenement steps, lovingly poor, tiny American flags hovering in the background. This is the American experience, he seems to say, yes even the American Catholic experience: Professing fervent Christian devotion while in the darkness doing whatever necessary in order to become top dog. Our ancestors don't look as rosy anymore.
But that's an image most of us would rather not entertain, for it's part of the immigrant Catholic experience –of most immigrant experiences – to idolize family progenitors. Coppola's aware of such white washing, and is so ambitious that he weaves even this national tendency into his narrative. He cuts from the Fannuci sequence back to the late '50s, where the U.S. Senate is holding anti-Mafia hearings in attempts to bring down the Corleone empire. America was built on the teeming, violent, black market ruthlessness of its inner cities – on the Mafia, Coppola suggests. For the mob just practiced American capitalism in the most laissez faire manner possible. But America's official national self-image refuses to allow black marks on the record, and so it turns on itself in denial. The movie's Senate hearings are based on the real ones the Kennedy brothers helped lead during that time. And there we have it: not only a country trying to dissociate from its unseemly roots, but a family doing so at the same time. The Kennedys, those heroes to Irish Catholics, going after the rackets and button men while their own family stood, at least in part, on the leaking barrels of their father's bootlegged liquor – barrels rolled down the streets of Boston about the same time Vito Corleone walks Manhattan. America got its prosperity this way. American Catholics got their prosperity this way. And hence the Catholic Church in America's prosperity. Michael luxuriates in his compound on Lake Tahoe, and we see how far immigrant Catholics have come: within a generation or two, those huddled masses have assimilated by the millions into America's baby-booming suburban middle class.
Michael stone-faced and gray at the end of The Godfather, Part II |
And so Michael doesn't go down, in the end. He can't go down, for he'd bring the entire country with it. America can't give up its prosperity without giving up its power. No one can. This, maybe most of all, is the lesson of The Godfather saga. Don Vito desired that his family enjoy its prestige while divesting itself of criminal ties. He wanted Michael to hold the monarch's scepter with snow white gloves. But that's an impossibility, in the world of these films. Long before, Machiavelli, another Italian, argued that to be a prince of this world requires mercilessness. In the Beatitudes, Jesus teaches that to be a prince after his model means the opposite: “Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.” But he also says it requires becoming lowly, which neither Vito, Michael, nor most of us will do. Michael's sister Connie (Talia Shire) comes to him at their mother's wake near the end of Part II on bended knee. “Can't you forgive Fredo?” she pleads for their brother (John Cazale), after the latter's dimwitted betrayal of Michael. He feigns forgiveness, for her sake, but withholds it in his heart. It's at this moment, maybe more than any other, that we recoil from him in revulsion. He commits the most heinous of all his sins – fratricide. Fredo is shot as he intones a “Hail Mary,” just at the moment when he asks the Blessed Mother to pray for us sinners “now and at the hour of our death.” Michael refuses him mercy, and so in the end finds none for himself. Coppola gives us one final image of the man, stone-faced and gray, staring in the dark, alone. No one is sparred in The Godfather movies for the wages of sin, as St. Paul once wrote, is death. Michael pays for his family's long list with a death-in-life.
– Nick Coccoma lives and writes in Boston, MA. A native of Cooperstown, NY, he studied theater, philosophy, and religion at the College of the Holy Cross and Boston College.
No comments:
Post a Comment