While struggling through my latest bout of... you
know... I managed to watch the movie "The Irishman". Jesus, it's
long. It took me four sittings across three days to get through it all, and I'm
not really sure it was worth the effort. The story is an interesting one, but is
probably a complete fabrication, or parts of it at least. Frank Sheeran and his
biographer almost certainly exaggerated a lot of his importance. No-one was
going to buy the book without the 'big reveal' about his involvement in Jimmy
Hoffa's disappearance, I imagine, so how far that is rooted in truth, who can
say?
And as for the 'ground-breaking' de-aging process, I thought they all looked
like they had weird masks stretched across their faces. And the effects were
wasted anyway, because these alien-looking youthful faces were being imposed on
actors in their 70s, who moved exactly like you would expect 70-year-olds to
move. De Niro is a fantastic actor, but he can't leap around like a lithe 35-year-old,
so the physical scenes (especially when he attacked people) looked clumsy and
awkward and just, well, weird.
Good to see Joe Pesci in a film again, though. He was great.
RC 26-8-23
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