Martin Scorsese has finally married the two sides of his personality: the one who delights in showing us the excess of sin (think: Wolf of Wall Street) and the one who is concerned about the state of our souls (think: Silence). It has taken him some 25 films and 77 years to get here, which is possibly why this film lacks the verve of his other gangster movies. The Irishman is mournful – perhaps even an elegy.
The films revolves around Frank Sheeran (Robert De Niro) in his position as hitman for the Bufalino crime family. There are three distinct timelines in the film: 1. old man Sheeran recounting his crimes at the end of his life; 2. middle aged Sheeran on a road trip with mob boss Russell Bufalino (Joe Pesci) and their wives; 3. “young”ish Sheeran as he meets Russell, befriends Jimmy Hoffa (Al Pacino), starts a family and makes a living putting bullets through people’s heads. Scorsese navigates between these timelines with relative ease (shout-out to editor extraordinaire Thelma Schoonmaker!), though it does take some time and attention to get used to. He keeps the camerawork clean and businesslike, almost as if the camera were just a fly on the wall, observing unobtrusively.
De Niro et al are given the “de-aging” CGI treatment so they can play the parts in all 3 timelines, which is not my preference. I’ve seen de-aging used well (meaning sparingly, like Carrie Fisher in Star Wars) but De Niro always looks a little off, and the trouble doubles when he’s got his shirt off. Plus it’s startling when De Niro is meant to be doing something more physical. When Frank is meant to be stomping on someone lying in the street, De Niro may have a young face but his kicks are that of an old man (the actor is 76). But his performance is quite good, and complex, and possibly the least showy of his career. Which is polar opposite to what Al Pacino does in the film, and I’m still not certain what to think of that. On the one hand, I do believe Hoffa was a bit of a ham himself. On the other hand, Pacino’s acting seems to have devolved into an over-the-top impression of himself. I’m not even sure it’s conscious. I’m not even sure he could stop. Although I confess I could watch him scrape the bottom of an ice cream sundae while screaming “cocksucker!” all day long, and at 3.5 hours, I pretty much feel like I did. His volume’s turned up to 11, and when it crashes into De Niro’s coiled repression, gosh, what a sight. What a symphony.
Scorsese seasons the story with all kinds of various wiseguys and goombas (Bobby Cannavale, Jesse Plemmons, Stephen Graham, Ray Romano, and not least of all, Harvey Keitel) and it makes a fair point about how Frank views the world: there are friends, and there are acquaintances. He can make peace with having to whack a mere acquaintance. But tighter ties would be a problem. He keeps people at a distance, or at least that’s the justification. The truth is, Frank is a sociopath and throughout the film we watched as his humanity is leeched from him. The money might be good, folks, but the job does take its toll. But Sheeran is such a stoic, melt into the background guy that we never see it. He is scary because we don’t ever know what makes him tick, what motivates him. If he has any inner life at all, we can only guess.
Meanwhile, mortality emerges as Scorsese’s other major theme, and it’s one we imagine hits quite close to home for him. Frank is looking back on his life, confessing his sins – but does he feel remorse? Can he feel anything at all? Frank has four daughters but at the end of his life, he’s fixated on Peggy (Anna Paquin), the one who won’t speak to him. Peggy is one of the few female characters in the film (sure there are “wives” but they’re about as important and present as background actors) and she says almost nothing. Her silence is judgment, revulsion. She has seen her father for who he is and she wants nothing to do with him. Even as a small child she has always felt the same about Russell Bufalino no matter how hard he bribe her with gifts; Peggy is in many ways the moral centre of the film, alarming since she’s on screen for about a total of 4 minutes out of the film’s 209. Speaking of Bufalino, Pesci does a startlingly good job of portraying a man who has completely blurred the boundaries between work and evil that he is absolutely, coldly, rotten to the core and doesn’t even seem to know it. This may be the stand-out performance of the film for me.
This all sounds like some pretty epic, pretty heavy stuff, and it is, but at times it’s also funny, surprisingly so. Most of the characters are introduced to us with one important statistic: the date and manner of their death. On their own it’s often quite comedic, but time after time, bullet after bullet, death clearly stalks them all. And when the bullets run out, time starts cutting them down, and old age is often more brutal than violence. It’s slower, and crueler. In the end it’s coming for Frank too, and he’s left to face it alone, everyone else either dead or just done with him. Does he regret his choices? Does he even believe they were choices? The story is based on a memoir that’s fairly contested in terms of facts, but Scorsese isn’t interested in the history, he’s interested in the allegory, and, at this stage of his career it must be said, the legacy. Whereas his earlier gangster movies left a more glamourous impression, The Irishman leaves no room for doubt: mob life is no life at all.
I’m not usually a mob movie fan, but this is in my Netflix queue.😊
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Me neither. In fact, watching this, I did kind of think to myself that I have gangster fatigue just as much as I have super hero fatigue.
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Great review Jay, once again!
Your last words, “. . . mob life is no life at all”, almost caused Tubularsock to put down his AK-47 and his dynamite vest and leave the life of crime.
However Tubularsock felt, one last job.
Went off to the bank ready for crime but alas it’s Thanksgiving, the bank was closed. Damn, foiled again!
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Oh you know what they say about one last job: couldn’t hurt. Every movie ever made about ‘one last job’ has always been super positive and heart warming and ends well.
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Thanks Jay, great review.
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I saw the movie half way through on Netflix . Maybe I will watch all of it , depends on your review here, Jay.
Great Review Jay, Going to have to wait for my Day off for this one. Too long for me to process in one evening I think.
Glorious review, Jay.
Almost makes me want to see it, and I’d been put off by the trailer!
I didn’t choose mob life, the mob life chose me!
I enjoyed the read. You did a fine job. What your post did was truly inform me that, as I do not like Mob Movies (The one about Vegas with Di Nero in it was great, though), I will not be watching this one.
Another great review – you capture the film, themes and technique perfectly.
We’re in the process of watching this one. It’s so long – we’re probably more than halfway through. But that is something we noticed too – DeNiro kicking that guy on the street and his punches. He has biting words but he just doesn’t have the physical strength to make those scenes realistic. I’m still enjoying it, though!
It is a process though, isn’t it?
I can’ wait till I have the time to watch this!
Does it feel as long as it is? 3 and a half hours is a hell of a marathon!
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Thanks for the review, Jay. I started watching it on opening night, but stopped after 15 minutes. I hate the way the story jumps back and forth through time with little warning.
This is just what I needed to manage the expectations. I wanted to see it, but can’t avoid ads at the train station proclaiming it masterful and one of his (insert all involved) best in years (isn’t that always the case these days?)
Like you, I could watch Pacino all day long. He just chews things up… but it’s so captivating… there’s something about the way he shouts… and the expressions. You think maybe it’s the stage actor in him?
Anyhoo, I’ll get to this.
When I have a spare 4 hours.
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Amaaaaazing review! I’ve read a few things about this when it first came out but they didn’t seem all that positive, making the flick sound like a fairly derisive one. Since then it’s been more positive from Netflix viewers themselves. It’s on my to watch list. Sounds like quite an ambitious film, but I’d expect no less from Scorsese.
Excellent recap, Jay. Saw the screening at Mill Valley Film Fest in October and loved every minute…it never felt long to me. The de-aging didn’t bother me but I see your points. I thought it was well done. Loved the acting and seeing these greats together on the big screen (rather than TV) was superb. Pesci was an added treat!
Just when you think you can’t take another mob movie…..you made this one sound really interesting. Thanks for the thoughtful review.
Totally agree about Pacino, too, as a caricature of himself.
It seemed like that was even already evident years ago in Heat when he was in the exact same position opposite DeNiro and he was sort of hammy and obvious while DeNiro was restrained and subtle as ever.
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“On the other hand, Pacino’s acting seems to have devolved into an over-the-top impression of himself. I’m not even sure it’s conscious. I’m not even sure he could stop” – made me laugh out loud! So true as well, though I enjoyed this film 🙂
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