Four-day weekends essentially exist to allow you to watch The Godfather. You get to devote one night to each movie and then the fourth night is for the inevitable debate over whether the first or the second is better.
Of course you are only having that debate given the hypothetical that you are forced on pain of death to choose, because obviously you’d rather not choose between two ridiculously amazing movies. And then, after you make that gut-wrenching call, the discussion gets lighter and moves on to the third movie and listing the things that were unnecessary or just plain wrong (your first cousin, really?!?).
This picture of the lovely young DeNiro and Pacino is to remind myself which movie I chose this time around. It really does depend on my mood. This weekend I was swayed by DeNiro. Just look at that facial expression. Enough said.