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What's with this sudden impulse by our favorite filmmakers from the 70s to urinate all over their cinematic legacies? Last week, we were appalled to hear that Martin Scorcese and Robert DeNiro were kicking around ideas for a Taxi Driver sequel (sample dialogue: "You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? No, really, are you? I've got a touch of the Alzheimer's and I can't remember if you were talking to me or not just now. Who are you again? Cats are nice."), and this morning we found out that Francis Ford Coppola and the gang are about to release a Godfather video game, complete with Brando-on-his-deathbed voiceovers. And we'll assume that James Caan's involvement was procured with the dangling of a shiny, five-dollar bill.

Now that we're done being appalled by the inevitable march of entertainment "progress," we can think of only one reason (besides the money one) why Coppola would go along with this idea: He's finally getting daughter Sofia off the hook for ruining the last movie in the franchise. Bad ideas never stand a chance against the power of a daddy's love.