Dear Mr. Scorsese,
You had me at ‘Marvel movies are not films’ having seen my share of 6 minute CGI’d super hero vs. villain fight scenes, HOWEVER, if you’re going to throw stones, check out your house’s (in this case The Irishman) exterior first, because honey, you need an editor who can be Frank who’s not mafia (comic drum beat).
Cut off the first and last 30 minutes of your film, and now we have something palatable. Get an Adam McKay-like (pick me!) script doctor to weave in Charles Brandt’s role as sharply witted reporter/interrogator, add a musical soundtrack of Italian music, and a pinch of the beautiful food served in Italian restaurants and THEN we have the start of a masterpiece.
PS to my handful of readers, first, BLESS YOU for reading.
Second, here’s whats good about The Irishman, no make that great:
Al Pacino, the movie doesn’t start until he shows his manic gorgeous histrionic self. Ditto Joe Pesci, an acting virtuoso…for those two guys alone, it’s worth a look on Netflix where you can fast forward and use your own bathroom. Honorable mentions go to Stephen Graham and Louis Cancelmi for their spicy add ins. Beyond that, this. is. not. riveting.