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Huzar
Tuesday, March 8th, 2005, 10:22 PM
For me :

1) Le Samurai, jean-Pierre Melville. 1967
2) Scarface, Brian De palma. 1983
3) Charly Warrick, Don Siegel. 1971
4) The Godfather, Francis Ford Coppola. 1972

Frans_Jozef
Tuesday, March 8th, 2005, 10:57 PM
1. Key Largo, 1948, John Huston

2. Get Carter, 1971, Mike Hodges

3. Goodfellas, 1990, Martin Scorsese

4. White Heat, 1949, Raoul Walsh

Siegmund
Tuesday, March 8th, 2005, 11:14 PM
I haven't seen many gangster movies, but I loved the entire Godfather trilogy. Very compelling characterizations especially in the first two movies and, of course, the adorable Sophia Coppola in the third.


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Wichmann
Tuesday, March 8th, 2005, 11:17 PM
1) The Godfather

2) Heat

3) Reservoir Dogs

4) Carlito's Way

Al Pacino is really great! :)

Fraxinus Excelsior
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005, 02:32 AM
In no particular order:

1. Goodfellas

2. Casino

3. Scarface

4. Godfather 2

AngryPotato
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005, 03:18 AM
1) Goodfellas

2) Scarface

3) Gotti

4) Boondock Saints (anti-gangster) :D

Theudanaz
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005, 04:51 AM
1. Reservoir Dogs
2. Miller's Crossing
3. Pusher
4. Godfather

Nordgau
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005, 06:07 AM
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morfrain_encilgar
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005, 01:15 PM
Video number 2 is an oxymoron, but video number 4 is worse.

Frans_Jozef
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005, 01:22 PM
Even a Kulturvolk has its black sheeps.... with a special taste in bibliocide;)




26 August, 1914
The Burning of Louvain

New York Tribune, August 31, 1914, Reported from Louvain by Richard Harding Davis. London, August 30 -- I left Brussels on Thursday afternoon and have just arrived in London. For two hours on Thursday night I was in what for six hundred years has been the city of Louvain. The Germans were burning it, and to hide their work kept us locked in the railway carriages. But the story was written against the sky, was told to us by German soldiers incoherent with excesses; and we could read it in the faces of women and children being led to concentration camps and of citizens on their way to be shot.

The Germans sentenced Louvain on Wednesday to become a wilderness and with the German system and love of thoroughness they left Louvain an empty and blackened shell. The reason for this appeal to the torch and the execution of noncombatants, as given to me on Thursday morning by General von Lutwitz, military governor of Brussels, was this: on Wednesday, while the German military commander of the troops of Louvain was at the Hotel de Ville talking to the Burgomaster, a son of the Burgomaster with an automatic pistol shot the chief of staff and German staff surgeons.

Lutwitz claims this was the signal for the civil guard, in civilian clothes on roofs, to fire upon the German soldiers in the open square below. He said also the Belgians had quick-firing guns, brought from Antwerp. As for a week the Germans had occupied Louvain and closely guarded all approaches, the story that there was any gunrunning is absurd.

Fifty Germans were killed and wounded. For that, said Lutwitz, Louvain must be wiped out. So in pantomime with his fist he swept the papers across his table.

"The Hotel de Ville," he added, "was a beautiful building; it is a pity it must be destroyed."

Ten days ago I was in Louvain when it was occupied by Belgian troops and King Albert and his staff. The city dates from the eleventh century, and the population was 42,000. The citizens were brewers, lacemakers, and manu facturers of ornaments for churches. The university was the most celebrated in European cities, and still is, or was, headquarters of the Jesuits.

In the Louvain college many priests now in America have been educated, and ten days ago over the green walls of the college, I saw hanging two American flags. I found the city clean, sleepy, and pretty, with narrow twisting streets and smart shops and cafes set in flower gardens of the houses, with red roofs, green shutters, and white walls.

Over those that faced south had been trained pear trees; their branches heavy with fruit spread out against the walls like branches of candelabra. The Town Hall was very old and very beautiful, an example of Gothic archi tecture, in detail and design more celebrated even than the Town Hall of Bruges or Brussels. It was five hundred years old, and lately had been repaired with great taste and at great cost.

Opposite was the Church of St. Pierre, dating from the fifteenth century a very noble building, with many chapels filled with carvings of the time of the Renaissance in wood, stone, and iron. In the university were 150,000 volumes.

Near it was the bronze statue of Father Damien, priest of the leper colony in the South Pacific, of which Robert Louis Stevenson wrote. All these buildings are now empty, exploding cartridges. Statues, pictures, carvings, parchments, archives -- all are gone.

No one defends the sniper. But because ignorant Mexicans when their city was invaded fired upon our sailors, we did not destroy Vera Cruz. Even had we bombarded Vera Cruz, money could have restored it. Money can never restore Louvain. Great architects, dead these six hundred years, made it beautiful, and their handiwork belonged to the world. With torch and dynamite the Germans have turned these masterpieces into ashes, and all the Kaiser's horses and all his men cannot bring them back again.

When by troop train we reached Louvain, the entire heart of the city was destroyed and fire had reached the Boulevard Tirlemont, which faces the railroad station. The night was windless, and the sparks rose in steady, leisurely pillars, falling back into the furnace from which they sprang. In their work the soldiers were moving from the heart of the city to the outskirts, street by street, from house to house....

In other wars I have watched men on one hilltop, with out haste, without heat, fire at men on another hill, and in consequence on both sides good men were wasted. But in those fights there were no women and children, and the shells struck only vacant stretches of veldt or uninhabited mountainsides.

At Louvain it was war upon the defenseless, war upon churches, colleges, shops of milliners and lacemakers; war brought to the bedside and fireside; against women harvesting in the fields, against children in wooden shoes at play in the streets.

At Louvain that night the Germans were like men after an orgy.

There were fifty English prisoners, erect and soldierly. In the ocean of gray the little patch of khaki looked pitifully lonely, but they regarded the men who had outnumbered, but not defeated, them with calm and uncurious eyes. In one way I was glad to see them there. Later they will bear witness as to how the enemy makes a wilderness and calls it war. It was a most weird picture.

On the high ground rose the broken spires of the Church of St. Pierre and the Hotel de Ville, and descending like steps were row beneath row of houses, those on the Boulevard de Jodigne. Some of these were already cold, but others sent up steady, straight columns of flame. In others at the third and fourth stories the window curtains still hung, flowers still filled the window boxes, while on the first floor the torch had just passed and the flames were leaping. Fire had destroyed the electric plant, but at times the flames made the station so light that you could see the secondhand of your watch, and again all was darkness, lit only by candles.

You could tell when an officer passed by the electric torch he carried strapped to his chest. In the darkness the gray uniforms filled the station with an army of ghosts. You distinguished men only when pipes hanging from their teeth glowed red or their bayonets flashed.

Outside the station in the public square the people of Louvain passed in an unending procession, women bareheaded, weeping, men carrying the children asleep on their shoulders, all hemmed in by the shadowy army of gray wolves. Once they were halted, and among them marched a line of men. They well knew their fellow townsmen. These were on their way to be shot. And better to point the moral an officer halted both processions and, climbing to a cart, explained why the men were going to die. He warned others not to bring down upon themselves a like vengeance.

As those being led to spend the night in the fields looked across to those marked for death they saw old friends, neighbors of long standing, men of their own household. The officer bellowing at them from the cart was illuminated by the headlights of an automobile. He looked like an actor held in a spotlight on a darkened stage. It was all like a scene upon the stage, so unreal, so inhuman, you felt that it could not be true, that the curtain of fire, purring and crackling and sending up hot sparks to meet the kind, calm stars, was only a painted backdrop; that the reports of rifles from the dark rooms came from blank cartridges, and that these trembling shopkeepers and peasants ringed in bayonets would not in a few minutes really die, but that they themselves and their homes would be restored to their wives and children. You felt it was only a nightmare, cruel and uncivilized. And then you remembered that the German Emperor has told us what it is. It is his Holy War.






The University of Leuven grew into one of the largest and most renowned European universities, and attracted scholars and scientist from all Europe.
In 1527, the Dutch humanist Erasmus (Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus, c. 1469-1536) founded in Leuven the Collegium Trilingue, for the study of Hebrew, Latin and Greek, the first of its kind.
Cardinal Adriaan Floriszoon (1459-1523), from Utrecht, young Charles V's private tutor and later Pope as Adrian VI (1522-1523), taught theology in Leuven.
Other famous professors at the University were the Flemish physician Andreas Vesalius (Andries van Wesel, 1514/15-1564), a pioneer of human body dissection and reformer of the Galenic medicine, who is considered as the father of the modern anatomy; the Flemish geographer Gerard Mercator (Gerhahrd Kremer, 1512-1594), inventor of a map-projection system still in use; the Flemish humanist philosoph Justus Lipsius (Joost Lips, 1547-1606), inspired by the ancient Stoics; and the Dutch theologian Cornelius Jansenius (Cornelius Jansen, 1585-1638), later bishop of Ieper (http://fotw.fivestarflags.com/be-vwvip.html) and author of the Augustinus (1640), condemned by Pope Urban VIII (1642) and cause of a big religious turmoil in Franceinvolving the abbeys of Port-Royal (http://fotw.fivestarflags.com/fr-78-sl.html#pre).

The University was closed during the French occupation (1797) and reopened by the bishop of Leuven in 1834, after the independence of Belgium (1830).
During the First World War, the Germans burned down the library of the University and destroyed 300,000 books, causing a big international disapprobation (aired for instance by Marcel Proust in A la recherche du temps perdu, where it is, with of course the Dreyfus affair, one of the few historical events mentioned in the novel). The library was rebuilt with the help of American philanthropists. The Germans burned again the library in 1940, and only 15,000 of its 900,000 volumes were saved.



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Draco
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005, 01:31 PM
In no particular order:


1) Scarface

2) Godfather

3) GoodFellas (shocked no one mentioned this classic)

4) Carlitos Way

5) A Bronx Tale (classic Chazz Palminteri!)

Nordraserei
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005, 04:08 PM
I liked that movie Mafia. :D

Joermungand
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005, 07:52 PM
1: Es war einmal in America (sry dont knew the english title)
2: Goodfellas
3: Casino
4: Donny Brasco

Northern Paladin
Thursday, March 10th, 2005, 02:36 AM
Definetly Scarface and The God Father.

"Say hello to my little friend" :D . That's such an unforgettable line.

Mac Seafraidh
Thursday, March 10th, 2005, 04:13 AM
Goodfellas,The Godfather Trilogy and A Bronx Tale

Personally, I think this was funny on Goodfellas:

But, I'm funny how? Funny like a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh? I'm here to f*ckin' amuse you?

Theudanaz
Thursday, March 10th, 2005, 09:27 AM
I would like to add _Blinkende Lygter_ (2000) to my list of favorite gangster movies: a danish film about gangsters who try to reform and start a restaurant in the countryside. Really funny, good film.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0236027/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxsbT01MDB8dHQ9b258 ZmI9dXxwbj0wfHE9YmxpbmtlbmRlIGx5c2VyfGh0 bWw9MXxubT1vbg__;fc=1;ft=3;fm=1

Nordraserei
Thursday, March 10th, 2005, 04:31 PM
Definetly Scarface and The God Father.

"Say hello to my little friend" :D . That's such an unforgettable line.I remember that movie a little bit. I remember him having all that cocaine and him holding his dead sister. Then he was on the balcony getting shot and all he was saying is "Is that all you got? I'm fucking Tony Montana." My favorite part is when he shot that guy in the head while they were driving while yelling at him saying "I told you no women and no children. Now look at you."

Mjölnir
Thursday, March 10th, 2005, 04:36 PM
For me::dgrin

Last Man Standing (Bruce Willis) :eking :2guns

Get Carter (Mel Gibson):evil

Good Fellas :2rifle

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap:D :assaultr:

And of course...
Scarface...

M.,:glasses

Oskorei
Thursday, March 10th, 2005, 06:11 PM
I would like to add _Blinkende Lygter_ (2000) to my list of favorite gangster movies: a danish film about gangsters who try to reform and start a restaurant in the countryside. Really funny, good film.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0236027/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnxteD0yMHxsbT01MDB8dHQ9b258 ZmI9dXxwbj0wfHE9YmxpbmtlbmRlIGx5c2VyfGh0 bWw9MXxubT1vbg__;fc=1;ft=3;fm=1
Great choice. I haven't seen it yet, but I really like Danish gangster movies.

Pusher and Pusher 2 are favourites, very realistic, dark and still comedy in a way (also the fact that the "heroes", like most real-life criminals, are racists, and that it shows ethnic mafias (over which the Danish hero triumphs in a massacre in Pusher 1 :D), would make these movies impossible to make in Sweden). Also In China they eat dogs (I Kina spiser de hunde) and Old men in New Cars (Gamle maend i ny biler) are good, while the latest, Den gode Stroemer (The Good Copper), is somewhat less good.