The Irishman

The Irishman ★★★★½

The Irishman is Martin Scorsese's artistic and spiritual testament. For the occasion, the director returns to tell the deeds of the mafia gangsters, without however the epic and romantic emphasis with which he had previously characterized them. The narrative is dry and disenchanted, typical of those who look back and see only a trail of blood around them and the implicit acceptance of a world governed by violence and brutality. «It is a film about our mortality, about the passage of time. It tells the unfolding of a life» said Scorsese, and in fact time is the central element of The Irishman, it constitutes the only certainty and at the same time the lens through which to filter the film narration. That lost time that never returns and that, day after day, minute after minute, erodes everything and hands everyone over to irrelevance and oblivion. Scorsese almost seems to want to oppose all this, intervening on the linearity of the plot, trying to break down and fragment the time, digitally rejuvenating or aging his actors (the excellent Robert De Niro, Al Pacino and Joe Pesci) if necessary. After all, only great cinema like his own has the tools to defeat the transience of time, crystallizing a moment in an eternal present, in a collective tought that can be reproduced forever.

Qui la recensione in italiano.

𝐏𝐚𝐨𝐥𝐨 liked these reviews