It’s been over 10 years since I watched Scarface. I decided to watch it again last night. I thought I knew how good this movie was, but maybe the younger me didn’t truly understand everything I was watching. From the very beginning, when he was in a refugee camp, with absolutely nothing—compared to the ending, when he had it all, maybe too much—the mansion, the power, the wife, the entire world—but that still wasn’t enough for him. The rise and fall of Tony Montana is incredible.