Once Upon a Time in America

Once Upon a Time in America is a capriciously simple and fragmented film. And yet I was greatly impressed by it. Whenever I think of Morricone’s central motif, a feeling of warmth washes over me joined by visions of the silhouette of the greying Robert De Niro, the young and beautiful Jennifer Connelly and the enormous Brooklyn Bridge. Once Upon a Time in America is both tough and tender, but is primarily a beautifully poetic film that will slowly unfold in your thoughts and take on greater importance with each passing day. (07/04/2004)

[251 minute extended] Leaving aside the scale of the work and the incredible set and camera work, there remains a bit of a taste on the palate that Leone has sold out his previous revisionist approach to film genres here for a purely academic perspective, which is most evident in his work with the characters, which isn't very well developed due to the fact that they aren't given as much space as the sets. With de Niro's endless silent and melancholic glances at the recollection of his mafia youth, after a while I just saw... well, de Niro staring. And apart from that the story, namely building a giant sophisticated mafia saga on a restrained, yet actually stupid gangster, seems good to me. The heretic in me can almost imagine a good 140-minute cut of that film, except there would be cutting not of scenes but within scenes. (07/18/2021)

Although many comments try to do it, Leone's gems with the poetic "Once upon a Time" in the title are completely incomparable. In his masterpiece, the Master has included almost every genre. I found classic crime schemes, tough gangster action, heart-wrenching drama, and despite its harshness, also a strong and sincere romance, all with a subtle veil of social criticism. When watching the director's cut, I cannot imagine a single scene that I could miss. I am listing the individual aspects here, but the power of this monument cannot be described with words. (04/13/2006)

I would love to write about this dream project of Sergio Leone, to which he devoted many years of his life, that I was so absorbed at the beginning and at the end I didn't want to go back to reality. Unfortunately, I can only say that about the first half, especially the period of Noodles's childhood, which was beautifully and sensitively filmed. The rest, however... First of all, the fact that Leone’s dream epic doesn't bore at all and doesn't feel draggy despite its nearly four-hour runtime is only due to his directorial mastery. Unfortunately, it falters a bit on the screenwriting front. It's as if Leone took too big a bite, or as betelgeuse rightly points out here, as if he had made a series, but lost a few episodes and artfully glued the rest together. Some of the characters are underdeveloped, and at times it's hard to trust the motives behind their actions. For example, the character of Joe Pesci, promisingly sharp, there’s a shot of him by a hospital elevator as if the director was suggesting "Watch out, he's still here!", but suddenly he disappears somewhere and incomprehensibly does not appear in the film anymore. I didn't believe James Woods for a second at the very end, nor did I believe his intended action, and I found the whole point about him quite implausible. However, what must definitely be appreciated is the absolutely precise, to the smallest detail elaborate design, the visual depiction of three different stages of the 20th century. Leone's perfectionism went so far that even for one short shot he was willing to "coach" hundreds of extras, believably period-styled and moving in a perfect set. Even the aged De Niro looked excellent, though perhaps it’s a little puzzling that the filmmakers did not bother too much with the character of Deborah, whose 35-year difference was not noticeable and as an almost 60-year-old woman she still looked like a 20-year-old girl. All in all, I am satisfied, but I can safely say that Once Upon a Time in the West remains unsurpassed. (09/19/2004)

A drawn-out macho mafia saga that gets old as the characters become sparser and the dialogue becomes shallower. There are flashes of Leone's brilliance, of course, but the film is generally similar to Morricone's music. It's quite impressive, but too familiar; the Pan almost kills even the phenomenal Picnic at Hanging Rock. It turns this festival of plaintive glances by human exclamation marks into a nostalgic museum exhibit of a film world that fortunately belongs to yesterday. (01/02/2023)