I’ve been eager to revisit this after Killers of the Flower Moon. Being only a few minutes longer, it’s interesting to see how Marty utilizes each film’s length and to what purpose.

Killers spends every available minute immersing you into a time and place that’s been both overlooked and underserved before now, using its final minutes to reckon with its own role in the tragedy-to-entertainment cycle. Irishman puts a character’s glory days and shopping of their own casket 50 years later…

Criterion Collection.

Now that it’s out on Criterion, I’ll take a break from this. I want to really build the anticipation before I watch it again in a few years, since I can already recite some scenes from memory lol.

Any clumsiness you can attribute to the first couple thirds, whether it be youthifying, the actors playing younger than they are, whatever, is overshadowed by that last hour.

That last damn hour. Good lord. I love it as your basic,…

I Heard You Paint Houses

Well, it's official. I've spent a day of my life watching this, my (still can't believe I'm saying this) favorite movie of all time. I've written and talked about it a lot already, but for this entry, I want to hone in on the four things that make this so special to me.

The Performances
De Niro. Pesci. Pacino. 3 names that will never be forgotten as long as movies are made or even thought…

It’s what it is.

The Irishman is a masterfully assembled epic of breathtaking scale and substance. 

Martin Scorsese’s 3+ hour chronicle of the last gasp of organized crime in America is undoubtedly the best picture of 2019, and it just might have to be in the conversation for one of the best films of the decade. The way things seem to be going it might be the best of the next decade too.

While their age certainly shows (though not to…