In the center of the poster stands a large codfish, about the size of a person, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo. A bright red carnation is pinned to its lapel. Its fish eyes seem steady, as if it’s looking straight at you, giving the impression of calm authority. On either side of this cod are two smaller fish, each in miniature suits, their fins tucked in a way that suggests respect and obedience. They hover close to their leader, as if awaiting instructions.
The background is dimly lit, with only a faint glow outlining the shape of old Italian-style buildings—tall, narrow walls of brick, a lamp or two casting weak light, and cobblestone streets hinted at in soft shadows. The letters of the title “The Codfather: An Offer You Can’t Refish” appear near the bottom in bold, clean lettering, standing out clearly against the dark backdrop. The overall scene has a quiet intensity, blending the familiar look of a classic gangster setting with the unexpected presence of well-dressed sea creatures.
In the center of the poster stands a large codfish, about the size of a person, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo. A bright red carnation is pinned to its lapel. Its fish eyes seem steady, as if it’s looking straight at you, giving the impression of calm authority. On either side of this cod are two smaller fish, each in miniature suits, their fins tucked in a way that suggests respect and obedience. They hover close to their leader, as if awaiting instructions.
The background is dimly lit, with only a faint glow outlining the shape of old Italian-style buildings—tall, narrow walls of brick, a lamp or two casting weak light, and cobblestone streets hinted at in soft shadows. The letters of the title “The Codfather: An Offer You Can’t Refish” appear near the bottom in bold, clean lettering, standing out clearly against the dark backdrop. The overall scene has a quiet intensity, blending the familiar look of a classic gangster setting with the unexpected presence of well-dressed sea creatures.