If you had to come up with a movie featuring the heavyweight champions of the movie industry, The Irishman would be the project. The only problem is, when you get Martin Scorsese, Robert DeNiro, Al Pacino, and Joe Pesci in the same room and in the same frame, you need to give them a good story. The Irishman was not a good story.
Now that I finally had time to watch the three and half hour movie, I am happy it didn’t win the Oscar for best picture. I understand the combined age of everyone involved in the film was 700, which explained the lack of action in this slow-burning drama.
The Irishman is about 97% dialogue, and there is little to no excitement. Our characters find themselves riding in cars, sitting at restaurants, driving trucks, sitting in offices, and brainstorming how to rule the world in conference rooms. Many people die in the movie, but those sequences involve little to no action. It’s not that difficult to walk up to someone and shoot them in the head. I think the best part of the movie is the countless gun props they threw into the rivers.
It is hard to tell a story about the disappearance of Hoffa because no one actually knows what happened to the iconic teamsters’ leader. It is hard to sell a movie that is so long for today’s audiences. It took me a bunch of months to find four uninterrupted hours to invest in a lot of dialogue. 4/10