There’s gnarly, unnerving texture to every little thing on this unhinged film, which fragments and reforms like a nightmare born from the darkest recesses of the thoughts. Throw in nods to Apocalypse Now, The Bridge on the River Kwai and The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, and you’ve got an epic that’s bursting on the seams, occasionally to its overstuffed detriment.
Reuniting him along with his favourite stars (as well as Al Pacino), and clocking in at a whopping 209 minutes, The Irishman serves as Martin Scorsese’s grand closing assertion on the gangster genre he helped elevate to greatness with 1990’s Goodfellas and 1995’s Casino. Led by bravura turns from its leads (Pesci quiet and menacing; De Niro stoic and empty; Pacino fiery and charismatic), it’s an epic about American corruption and underworld dishonor. Growing old isn’t easy for Gloria Bell (Julianne Moore), the single heroine of Sebastián Lelio’s excellent … Read MoreRead More »