I suppose if you're the type who enjoys going to Stones concerts when they're in their seventies (as opposed to back in the seventies)- you'll thoroughly enjoy The Irishman. It's pretty much a geriatric conglomeration of previous Scorsese/DeNiro Greatest Hits. It's not bad, it just... shows its age, particularly in the wrinkles of its actors, which at times I was tempted to count just to confirm what particular timeline we were in.
Seventy year old Deniro (via contemporary CGI) is converted into a strapping 30 year old in the movie- but he looks more like a well preserved fifty year old- one wearing a girdle at that... In one of the more graphic scenes of violence, his kicks and punches look more staged than anything via WWE. And that pretty much is at the heart of what's wrong with the Irishman... it-has-no-edge. Not good for a gangster flick. It's a bunch of old men reminiscing through the fog of time in slo-mo. Everything plays out as it should, when it should- no immediacy, no surprises... everyone's in on the punchline.
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