Martin Scorsese makes his memento mori, his most complete film about finality and morality with the reaper closest in the rear mirror. It starts and ends in a nursing home, not during a shootout. Its a gruff old school gangster epic, from Netflix of all places that is not a throwback to the genre he defined as much as it is his most sophisticated kindling of it yet and probably ever. A movie about how awful being a gangster is over the young mans game and darkness of Goodfellas, yet it somehow feels maybe Scorsese's most morbid and weary film. Al Pacino is outstanding and Deniro is somehow likely to go underappreciated for his brilliant brilliant work here. I just wish I was more star struck with it over just struck, I felt those 3 & 1/2 hours. Still a fine as hell film.