Watching Mob Movies with my Fourteen-Year-Old Son

Joey Skee (July 29, 2008)
A “teachable moment” about mafia realties and representations.

Over the past few months my kids and I have watched a series of gangster films, courtesy of, from Little Caesar (1931) to Donnie Brasco (1997). Yes, even the torpid debacle The Godfather: Part III. These viewings have been part of my larger design of cinematic edification; we’ve made our way through a film studies program’s worth of noir, 1950s sci-fi/horror, French New Wave, samurai films, spaghetti westerns, Soviet animation, and, of late, Bing Crosby movies, my daughter Akela’s recent fave.