The Irishman ★★★★

Perhaps Scorsese had to make five other mobster movies before he could make one as wise, reflective, and mournful as The Irishman. The film is bookended with a steady, somber tracking shot in a nursing home, sort of the gray-haired version of the thrilling Copacabana scene in Goodfellas (with The Five Satins’ “In the Still of the Night” replacing The Crystals’ “Then He Kissed Me”). In between those shots, The Irishman unfolds with a ruminative sadness. It’s like an Irish wake for a genre—Scorsese’s personal type of guilt-soaked, blood-spattered, Catholic gangster films in particular.

www.larsenonfilm.com/the-irishman