A good year for women on film, as exemplified in new releases The Eyes of My Mother, Miss Sloane, and more
Matthew Lickona 5 p.m., Dec. 9
Francis Ford Coppola's sequel pedals backwards and forwards from the events of the first Godfather. But while it ranges over great distances, from 1901 to 1958, it leaves a lot of gaps along the way — characters dropped from sight and mind, motives unhinted at. It is a movie that is vulnerable to quibbles over details, but it is surer about what it is after and braver about achieving it than its forerunner. In any case, it would be futile to imagine possible alterations or additions for a grandiose production in which everything — performances, color and light, carefully researched cultural data — appears to have been poured into place like concrete. Al Pacino, Robert De Niro, John Cazale, and Robert Duvall. 1974.