littlebabyjesus
one of Maxwell's demons
A problem I've had with Scorsese for a long time is in evidence here again. Right from Taxi Driver, really, his films excuse cunts for their cuntish behavior, his films elicit a misplaced sympathy for total cunts. Same in Goodfellas, same in Casino. And he's at it again here. I executed prisoners in the war and they gave me a medal for it, this is no different. There are hints, tiny hints, such as the reaction from de niro in the nursing home when he's asked about his victims and lack of empathy and his response is a puzzled 'but I only knew one of them'. And the confusion and bewilderment at his failure as a father is potentially a good theme, but it isn't really taken anywhere. In the end, the glamour overpowers any hints of this kind, as they always seem to with Scorsese. I don't come away from this film with any sense of a better understanding of the world. Never have from Scorsese. All surface, only pretend depth.