Jonathan Fryer

Writer, Lecturer, Broadcaster and Liberal Democrat Politician

The Irishman *****

Posted by jonathanfryer on Friday, 8th November, 2019

The IrishmanHollywood has often glamorised the world of gangsters, giving the nastiness a gloss of adventure and sometimes comedy. But Martin Scorsese’s The Irishman takes the viewer far more subtly into the head of an Irish American truck driver, Frank (played by Robert De Niro), who gets sucked into the violent world of Italian mobsters before graduating to become a hitman and confidant of Jimmy Hoffa (an unrecognisable Al Pacino), head of the Teamsters Union, who is himself up to his neck in fraudulent and thuggish activities. Frank’s rise is not through ambition but rather as a result of circumstances, then later as a means of survival. Any moral qualms he had at the beginning quickly evaporate, but from an early age one of his four daughters looks on disapprovingly, like a chorus in a Greek tragedy, somehow intuiting her father’s inner corruption before breaking with him completely. The rise and fall of the Kennedys (Jack and Bobby), then the nefarious activities of Richard Nixon, are all backdrops to some of the action, whose grisly inevitability underlines the fact that there is no honour among thieves. By the end, when almost everyone else is dead, a wheelchair bound Frank, in a care home for the elderly, is offered the possibility of a sort of redemption, or at least forgiveness, but he cannot bring himself to feel regret, let alone remorse, for the deaths and collateral suffering he has caused. In Robert De Niro’s brilliant portrayal, Frank’s dissociation is burningly credible. You think he could have been a nice fellow in other circumstances, and as things get progressively worse he is mentally increasingly absent, though physically present, even centre stage. De Niro’s career is choc-a-bloc with great performances but this is the capo dei capi among his roles. He is on screen for almost the entire three-and-a-half hours of the film, but one’s interest in him never wavers as we watch him morally disintegrate the higher he rises, while still seeing himself as a regular guy. Martin Scorsese’s direction is impeccable, particularly in its depiction of 1950s and 1960s Pennsylvania and the mid-West, with their garish clothes and super-size cars and grizzly motels. With a budget reputed in excess of $120,000,000, no expense has been spared in the production of this movie and the attention to tiny details is such that one could willingly sit through the whole thing again — and I probably will.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: