The arc experienced by Al Pacino‘s Michael Corleone’s in The Godfather, Part II is quite the downer, but it somehow feels right or even fulfilling at the finale — a powerful, frosty, crusty man, stuck in a spiritual hole that he can’t get out of, gradually digs himself in deeper, and then confesses to his mother that he’s trapped, and then doubles down on his demonic paranoid nature (tosses out wife, kills brother) and ends up in a colder, lonelier place than when he started. Yeah!!
