A silly Hollywood blockbuster, but here that's not a detriment. The Untouchables is loud, perhaps even dumb, but it's arousing pulp. Punctuating De Palma's artistic-trashiness and set-piece grandeur is a cheerful, if still serious, version of screenwriter Mamet's macho vigor. It gives you so much feel-good testosterone pumping in your system that it practically gives you a wood while putting a smile on your face.
As expected, pretty stylish (in a very De Palma way) - but surprisingly average. Even Morricone's score seems inaccurate and a bit thick here. I give it 3/5 stars for the Eisenstein's Potemkin reference (certainly the best and well shot scene), the Andy Garcia's awesomeness and the classy gangsta looks.
I have no idea where all the hate is coming from. The Untouchables is both a loving tribute to classic gangster films and a roaring crowd pleaser. De Palma has taken a tight, economical script by David Mamet, squeezed great performances out his actors, and topped it all off with beautiful cinematography to create a film that is both exciting and emotional. The voyeuristic POV shot of Connery's killer is to die for.
Having watched this again recently, I can't believe that when I was younger I didn't notice that Kevin Costner ruins literally every single scene he's in. His presence turns this film from a very good movie into a subpar one. I almost want to commend him for his stalwart dedication to sucking.
Unabashedly stupid but like most great opera that misses the point. What makes the film work is how its over-the-top mano a mano melodrama meshes perfectly with De Palma's manneristic excess and Mamet's loquacious machismo. I was reluctant to revisit the film after not watching it since my teenage years but it's a pleasure to see how well it holds up.