Sometimes it just seems like Hollywood isn’t trying anymore. There is going to be a Scarface remake. Because the film with a poster in every other dorm room across the country clearly isn’t accessible anymore and needs brought up to date and modernized for today’s hip young audience. I mean, Scarface is almost thirty years old, and it’s so clearly dated. Cuba’s not communist anymore, drugs don’t exist, his little friend looks as antiquated as a blunderbuss, and kids these days have never seen a chainsaw, what with their iSaws and such.
David Ayer is going to be writing the script for it, which I suppose counts as points in its favor. He wrote Training Day, which was appropriately heavy and entertaining fare. Of course, he can also just crib from it since Denzel Washington’s character was about fifty percent Tony Montana anyway.
The real question isn’t even why they’d bother, we know exactly why, because they think that they can wring a few more bucks out of something. And let’s face it, it will turn a pretty profit since every frat boy with that cliched poster will go see it opening weekend and drag along three brain cells worth of friends. The real question is who in the world they think can fill the shoes of Al Pacino in this generation of actors.
Scarface is pointless without Pacino, without that manic dark energy he brought to Tony Montana. But to get someone with the acting chops to pull it off, you have to convince one of the good actors to not only do a pointless paycheck flick, but to put themselves up in a no-win acting comparison to vintage Pacino.
That leaves one and only one choice: Charming Potato.