For years I have been pissed beyond reason at Francis Ford Coppola. He and his father stood too long between me and the film of my dreams, and it was only this year—about 15 years after I tried to watch it the first time—that I was able to see it in full1.
If you know anything about silent film, you know about Abel Gance’s Napoléon. You know that it—alon…
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