Brian De Palma's llello epic Scarface has a lot to recommend it. There's the intriguing social history of Cuban refugees in Miami as a result of Castro's Mariel boatlift, as well as an examination of the cocaine culture of early-'80s Miami. What's more, there's the Shakespearean tragedy of Pacino's Tony Montana character, who more or less gets the world and then lets it go entirely to shit. And there's the simple time-capsule factor of the fashions and decor of the era, still ridiculously fun to watch. (Michelle Pfeiffer's clothes! Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio's hair!) Plus, there's an insane amount of cursing, violence, and drug use, all of which make Scarface work just fine as a brainless, decadent romp even though there's enough going on in the film for it to work on an intellectual level.