Marty, Marty, Marty. Yes, it's a fascinating story. One we haven't heard. And, by adding the Osage people and traditions, there is some beauty among the horrors. But let's face it. That's window dressing. Once again, this is a mobster movie. Another one. Really, if it weren't for "Hugo" I'd really think this is all you know how to do. You find stories of corrupt men in power who manipulate others to do terrible things. Loyalty is a thing and when it falters, retribution is a *itch. Robert De Niro plays the cappo, Leonardo DiCaprio the chump. If not for Lily Gladstone and Tantoo Cardinal, there would not be a person of interest for me in this film. It's a bleak, gory tale of manipulation and murder. It lingers. At three and a half hours, we see it all, in bloody detail, until it lumbers to an inevitable end. I talked about the other historical films in award contention this year and how they brought something new to the history we know. This doesn't bring anything fresh, per se, it just wallows. By the end I wasn't emotional, just ancy and ready for the credits. And I'm sorry, Marty, but you are an 81-year-old man. Don't you know that the great majority of people can't sit through three and a half hours. Can you? Did some editor piss you off once upon a time? Did you decide to never edit a film ever again? I get it. The point of the movie. I got it in the first hour and a half. Didn't really need another two hours to understand that people can be depraved.
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