Yes, Tony Montana is a bad guy. He is reckless, knows no restraint, and does not know how to love anyone, including himself. He dragged everyone near him into the fire and stood in the center of the flames, thinking he was the sun.
But you can't help but be fascinated by him.
Deserve it. Really deserved it. He personally laid every mine that would kill him. But when you say he deserves to die, there is always a sigh in your words. Because you're wondering: If he wasn't so crazy, would he have lived a few more years. But you immediately overturned yourself - no, if you weren't crazy, you wouldn't be Tony Montana.
That's how Miss Freezer looked at him. She knew his outcome from the beginning, and never advised him, never stopped him, or even gave him a look. But she answered every 3 a. M. Phone call. She took the tape from the camera with her after his death. It's not meant to be left to watch. It's just that the police shouldn't be allowed to collect evidence bags.
He is not her lover. Not her friend. Just her client. She ended everything for him, not because of sympathy or justice - but because she believed that a person's ending should at least be the same as when he was alive, without compromise. He should get at least one thing before he dies: an uncompromising bullet, and a full stop that requires no explanation.
I write this not to defend him. I just think that some people are like fire - you can't forgive them, but you will remember how the fire burned for the rest of your life.
Purpose: This is a love letter to Scarface and a eulogy to Tony Montana
