When Sergio Leone’s pulp masterpiece was originally released, the studio gunned it down, leaving a wound some eighty minutes wide. They also restitched the action, making chronological what had been a gauzy experiment in atemporal storytelling, and missed Leone’s intention entirely: “The principal character in the film is Time,” he explained. Covering almost five decades, this bloodied American fairytale follows two Jewish pals, Noodles Aaronson (Robert De Niro) and Max Bercovicz (James Woods), as they rise through the ranks of Roaring Twenties racketeering in New York's Lower East Side. Shot in elegiac tones by Tonino Delli Colli, the film gives us craven double-dealings and street-side ambushes, brute betrayals and manhandled mistresses, all with the poetry of the gutter, and all seen through the unfaltering eyes of Noodles, now an aged gangster whose great melancholy will not release him from the prison of time. Leone's panoramic glimpse of New York's underworld is a violent meditation, not about gangsterism, but about the price one pays when following the darkest path. It should have been called “Remembrance of Crimes Past.”