Of course, De Palma’s version of Scarface is a De Palma movie through and through, even though he was essentially a hired hand and the gangster genre was new territory for him (although it certainly wouldn’t be his last foray, as he later directed 1987’s The Untouchables and reunited with Pacino in 1993 for Carlito’s Way, one of his most underappreciated films).
Next to a complementary pool hall scene in “Carlito’s Way,” it offers few intriguing insights about Tony; it introduces, perhaps, his luck for surviving dicey situations, but that’s circumstance, not character.
Admittedly, that seems likely given that it reunites Pacino with director Brian De Palma, who previously teamed 10 years earlier on the gloriously garish remake of “Scarface” (which this column will revisit next month).
Many people perhaps saw this as a follow-up to Scarface (1983) with its epic running time and Pacino at its center, but it's a 360-degree turnaround, far more controlled and inevitable.
For the purpose of this review, the most obvious comparison is De Palma's "Scarface," in which Al Pacino gave an over-the-top performance as a Hispanic drug-dealer surrounded by mistrust.
Taking on a role as another Latino gangster you can be forgiven if you thought this would be Scarface Pt 2. Yet this is not the case at all.