Director: Martin Scorsese
Writers: Steven Zaillian (screenplay), Charles Brandt (book)
Stars: Robert De Niro, Al Pacino, Joe Pesci, Anna Paquin
This review is part of the feature:
The 33 Gangster Films You Can’t Refuse
This 3,5 hours epic marks the welcome return of the master Scorsese to the genre he does best. And with two of his favorite actors, the magnificent Robert De Niro and Joe Pesci. Throw in legend Al Pacino and you have an irresistible team on your hands.
The Irishman takes some getting into; this is a different beast than GoodFellas and Casino. Slower, more contemplative, but nevertheless featuring Scorsese’s trademark moments of humor and violence. It is the perfect retirement feature for this legendary cast, who are made young again with de-aging technology and get to live through several decades of mob history.
The story revolves around WW2 veteran Frank Sheeran (De Niro) who becomes a killer for the very controlled mob boss Russell Bufalino (Joe Pesci in a role that is the polar opposite of his explosive GoodFellas and Casino characters). Sheeran later becomes bodyguard and enforcer for Teamster president Jimmy Hoffa (Pacino) who becomes his best friend.
Although the story is not very spectacular nor surprising (we already know what will happen to Hoffa for example) its direction is nearly flawless. Every wonderful frame and edit is brimming with meaning, even if we usually have to work out what that meaning is for ourselves.
One of the main themes is looking back at one’s life and regretting certain actions. In the case of Sheeran a major betrayal. And if you’re one of the few mobsters to actually survive (every mob character gets a title card detailing how he eventually got whacked) you might end up as a very sad old man in prison.
It is fitting for Scorsese (75 at the time of shooting) to approach the gangster life from this angle this time around. But unlike Sheeran, he ain’t got nothing to be embarrassed about. The Irishman is one for the ages.



















