The World is Yours... no thanks!
Epic, undeniable cinematic success, as well as a cult film and a reference point for a generation in search of idols, finds in Tony Montana the boss-dealer-handsome guy with the charm of a street kid raised on knives and fists who managed to make a name for himself, an indelible mark, in the dark kingdom of the mafia.
This is the type of film that, amidst stabbings and blood, women, alcohol, and drugs, glorifies the myth of the self-made hero who sees his rise and fall in about 3 hours of footage. Nothing more. Also because Hollywood needs nothing more than such a script to rake in some cash.
But instead of talking about the plot of the film, let's focus on the disgraceful soundtrack for the making of which the poor Giorgio Moroder was inconveniently brought in to handle its production, having to mix respectable themes that he composed, amidst the predictable pop and disco dance tunes inevitably in vogue in those years, which therefore serve as a backdrop to the scandalous scenes to which they are paired.
It is absurd to listen to this aforementioned soundtrack that has everything but the right elements to fit into a mafia and shootout film like Scarface.
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