what a lovely, lovely movie. The kind you want to live in a while, even though it’s about three sad people stuck together in what seems at first like a miserable experience. Giamatti, Randolph, and Dominic Sessa are all fantastic.
I didn’t love this? Great performances, the usual Scorsese technical brilliance, etc. But telling the story from this POV for 3.5 hours felt monotonous and frustrating. I wanted way more Lily Gladstone than we were given. Scorsese rightly recognized that the movie shouldn’t be about the FBI agents, but instead of trying to tell an Osage story that spotlighted the Osage characters, he instead pivoted to a dim, uninteresting goon who keeps making the same choices over a really long stretch of screen time.
As a young man of a certain age, I loved loved loved the 1985 Fletch movie with Chevy Chase. I've seen it so many times I can probably quote 2/3 of the script. (And, thus, smiled when this movie's climax featured a line from the original.) My love of that movie led me to Gregory McDonald's series of Fletch books, which in time I grew to love substantially more than the film. The Fletch of the books is different than…