Spencer’s review published on Letterboxd:
rating is a little low for a couple reasons:
1) i had the literal worst theater experience i've ever had in my entire life. this one boomer kept tapping his hand along to "In the Still of the Night" off-tempo and another kept talking with his daughter (?) through the entire movie. pure sensory hell.
2) a lot of what generally draws me to Scorsese's movies (the rhythm, the musicality, the vicarious thrill of watching Scorsese be that damn good at moviemaking) is absent here. this is obviously intentional; i get the sense that Scorsese's trying to reckon with not just his older mob movies but the broader history of the mafia in cinema (lots of visual allusions to The Godfather throughout) & and as such a meandering and funereal approach is required. but i'd be lying if i said i didn't miss the ferocious energy of his older stuff.
with that in mind, this was still pretty great & incredibly bleak even by his standards. i'm definitely gonna revisit this, that final act just about destroyed me.