Confession time: I first watched Brian De Palma’s Scarface when I was about 16 or 17, at the height of my hormone-fuelled teenage years, and should have been ready and primed to love it…yet I found it boring, inauthentic, and overdramatic. I may not have been a real teenager. Fast forward about five years, and I’m even angrier than I ever was before, except now I’m angry at capitalism and not my parents. Rewatching it today, I now see the real meaning behind Scarface; secretly this is a film about how great Castro’s Cuba is because look! Look at what a shithead Tony Montana is! They don’t have these criminals in Cuba! Castro puts them in prison! But the Americans…noooooooooo, they want the drugs eh? They like the drugs. They make Tony Montana rich. They make him swear a lot too. The naughty boy. Socialism is better off without him!