"The Irishman" was seen from 10:30 to 2:00, and it was only after the end that I realized that the film was actually three and a half hours long. The three narrative spaces of The Irishman unfold at the same time, with a realistic stream of consciousness. An elderly gangster movie with no bloody wind, happiness and hatred, slow pace and some warmth. The calm and steady narrative style forbearance and restraint shows several major events in the history of American gangsters, and tells the fate of those influential figures from glory and loneliness to disappearance. There are very few emotional episodes in the film, and the one that strikes me the most is that Russell arranged for Frank to kill his confidant Jimmy. My mental journey also turned around. When Jimmy lay in bed watching the phone tossing and turning and woke up later than Russell the next day, I thought he called Jimmy; when Frank got in the car from Jimmy's adopted son, I wondered how he was so smart I gave Jimmy an adopted son to help Jimmy; When Frank and Jimmy were sitting together, I was glad that Jimmy was finally safe, and Frank deserved to be his life and death brother; When Frank suddenly killed Jimmy from behind, I was shocked WTF? Frank, you deserve to be the best at cleaning houses, even your own people. The gangster killer who lived a half-life bloody life is old and old, and Frank has long forgotten the most basic natural rules of birth, old age, sickness and death. A grand and chaotic era has passed, his enemies, his friends, those he has betrayed, and those he wants to protect have all turned into ashes, leaving him alone in extreme loneliness.
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