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Joe Pesci and Robert De Niro in The Irishman. (Photo: Niko Tavernise/Netflix) |
This article includes reviews of The Irishman,
Marriage Story
and
1917.
The Irishman
is the cinematic equivalent of a thick, expensive coffee-table book
prominently displayed in Rizzoli’s for the Christmas trade.
Martin Scorsese’s three-hour-and-twenty-nine-minute epic has as much prestige as
one awards-season release can handle. Steven Zaillian (screenwriter of
Schindler’s List,
Moneyball and
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, creator/co-writer of the
TV limited series
The Night Of) wrote the adaptation of
Charles Brandt’s bestseller
I Heard You Paint Houses, a
biography of Teamsters Union official Frank “The Irishman” Sheeran, a
middleman for the Bufalino crime family who, shortly before his death, told
Brandt that he’d murdered Jimmy Hoffa. (Sheeran’s claim has been disputed
since the 2004 publication of Brandt’s book, by the journalist Bill Tonelli
in
Slate and by the Harvard law professor Jack Goldsmith in
The New York Review of Books.) Rodrigo Prieto, the terrific
cinematographer associated with Alejandro Iñárritu and Scorsese’s
collaborator on
The Wolf of Wall Street and
Silence, shot it, in handsome dark tones befitting a
classic. The star, Robert De Niro, shares the screen with both Al Pacino
(as Hoffa) and De Niro’s
Raging Bull co-star Joe Pesci (as
Russell Bufalino, who pulls Sheeran’s strings). The list of the cast, which
also includes Harvey Keitel, Ray Romano, Bobby Cannavale and Anna Paquin,
is thirty-three computer screens long on imdb.com.