The Irishman (2019)

Director: Martin Scorsese
Writer: Steven Zaillian (screenplay)/Charles Brandt (source material)

It’s like a beautiful paint by numbers picture. It looks exactly like what it’s supposed to look like. Pretty, to be sure, but safe. There’s everything you would expect, but very little you wouldn’t. And for me, that’s what made it just a bit disappointing. It was long, although that in and of itself isn’t a reason to malign a film. Here, though, I just felt like we had seen all of this before from Director Scorsese and his merry band of gangsters in earlier films. What draws me to crime films is that glimpse into a world so unfamiliar, so if you want me to invest three hours, you’ve got to give me something a little different. I will say that it was worthwhile to see Joe Pesci cast against type as the calm, circumspect one. And Al Pacino FINALLY gets to play the loud boisterous guy for a change! (I kid, I kid!)

IMDb voters give it an even 8.0. I’ll go with a 7. There’s nothing really wrong with it, and maybe my expectations were too high going in, but it just didn’t “wow” me in the way that his previous films have. If you can spare the three-plus hours, it’s definitely worth a watch, but I don’t see myself going back to it again and again, like I do with, say, Goodfellas. (running time 3:29)

The Iceman (2012)

(Originally from Facebook – August 16, 2013)

This should have been a no-brainer win for me. I like Michael Shannon (and most of the rest of the cast, which includes Robert Davi, James Franco, and David Schwimmer), and I had seen the HBO documentary with the real “Ice Man” years ago. Something just didn’t quite gel for me, though. The performances were good, and for me the surprise was Chris Evans, whom I didn’t even recognize until well on into the film. The mood was effectively tense. I even laughed at the “disco dancing” scene. Ultimately, though, it just felt a little flat. Continue reading

Christine (2016):

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Unfortunately, the best performance by an actress in a motion picture this year probably won’t get the Academy Award. It probably won’t be nominated, even. Hell, you likely won’t even see it, unless you take my advice and seek out Rebecca Hall’s performance as tragic news reporter Christine Chubbuck in 2016’s Christine. The film itself is well made, if low-budget, but what elevates it above the crowd is Hall. She is magnificent, giving as strong a portrayal of depression as I’ve seen, in that it doesn’t play into convenient scenes and stereotypes; the illness insinuates itself into every scene, every aspect of her life, from dealing with her mother, whom she lives with, to obsessively analyzing a video of herself, and wondering if she nods too much. Even her gait makes her seem that she’s uncomfortable in her own skin. It’s a heartbreaking portrayal, and often difficult to watch. Continue reading