The Irishman (2019)
Directed by Martin Scorsese
Netflix, 210 minutes, R (language and violence)
★★★
Several things
before I delve into The Irishman. I recently lamented that Martin
Scorsese has never won an Oscar. I was wrong; he won for directing The
Departed (2006), a fact I had forgotten as I didn’t think much of it. (It
was a remake of a movie made in Hong Kong, for heavens sake!) Second, there is
no good reason why The Irishman needs to be 3 ½ hours long. Finally,
there are women in The Irishman, but they are mere window dressing in a
very testosterone-driven movie.
Many predict
Scorsese will collect another Oscar for The Irishman, but I see it as a decent
movie but not a great one. It follows the succeed-no-matter-the-cost career of
Frank Sheeran (Robert De Niro). We come in on Sheeran immediately after World
War II. He is driving a refrigerated meat truck and has a chance encounter with
Jimmy Hoffa (Al Pacino), the head of the Teamsters union. Sheeran parlays that
into ways to ingratiate himself with Hoffa. Back then, getting close to Jimmy required
cozying up to (mostly) Italian mobsters, especially those associated with the
Bufalino crime syndicate. For reasons never entirely explained, Russell
Bufalino (Joe Pesci) takes a shine to Sheeran and the two become fast friends. Run
with the mob and you end up doing dirty work that gets dirtier by the job. The title
of Charles Brandt’s non-fiction book, I Heard You Paint Houses, upon
which Scorsese’s film is based, references the splatter of blood caused by
being shot in the head.
Scorsese has long
been fascinated by (obsessed with?) sin and temptation. His Frank Sheeran digs
himself into a pit of corruption and murder. Like any good mob leader, Russell
delegates gory assignments, mostly to Frank. We see doubt and confliction
etched upon Sheeran’s face, but we also observe how he carries out his
instructions without hesitation. His ‘contributions’ lead to his rise within
the Teamsters union and into Hoffa’s orbit. That’s not necessarily a
comfortable place to be in the late 1950s and early 1960s, when Robert Kennedy
(Jack Huston) is doggedly pursuing corruption in labor unions,*especially the
Teamsters.
Anyone who knows about
the Teamsters or has seen the 1992 film Hoffa (with Jack Nicholson in
the title role) knows what comes next: Hoffa’s 13-year prison sentence imposed in
1967, his 1971 pardon (by Nixon), his attempt to reassert control over the
Teamsters, and his disappearance in 1975. Hoffa was declared legally dead in
1982, though officially his case remains open. The Hoffa mystery has stoked rumormongers
and conspiracy nuts everywhere. Most assume Hoffa was bumped off by mobsters. Depending
on whom you believe, Hoffa’s body was burnt in an oil drum, dissolved in acid,
compacted with a junked car, or buried–perhaps in Giants Stadium. Scorsese
choses to believe Brandt, who allegedly got his details from Sheeran.
Pick your favorite
conjecture. You need not accept Scorsese’s explanation to learn a lot about
organized crime at a time in which much about the “Mob” was speculative.** Most
of what we see in The Irishman is indisputable. In exchange for muscle,
Hoffa allowed the Mafia to treat Teamster pension funds as a bank to underwrite
all manner of enterprises, most of them crooked. Bufalino’s syndicate was centered
in Northeast Pennsylvania and was friendly with the Genovese family, especially
Tony Provenzano, a Teamsters vice president. The film also avers–though not very
clearly–that organized crime was a nationwide web whose various threads often
warred with each other, such as the Genovese and Gambino families.
My digressions point
to a flaw in Scorsese’s film. Scorsese wastes time intersplicing a goes-nowhere
road trip with Russell and Frank and their wives, and assumes viewers already
know about Angelo Bruno (Harvey Keitel), Frank Rizzo (Gino Carfelli), Tony “Pro”
(Stephen Graham), “Fat Tony” Salerno (Domenick Lombardozzi), and Frank
Fitzsimmons (Gary Basaraba). These names are familiar to me because I am a
labor historian and I’m closer in age to Scorsese (77) than to average movie
goer. Others may be lost. All you need to know is that there were Mob turf wars
that were mostly between Italian-Americans, but with a few Irish-Americans like
Sheeran also involved.
Let’s cut to what’s
good about the film, starting with Joe Pesci who absolutely deserves a Best
Supporting Actor nod. Bufalio was the ultimate behind-the-scenes puppet master.
Pesci plays him as a quiet man behind oversized black frame glasses that rested
upon a ruined nose that looks as if Russell had been the bum-of-the-month in
dozens of undercard prize fights. Mostly, though, Pesci’s Russell is the
soft-spoken type who could convince a crow to hand over its carrion. De Niro is
also strong as Sheeran and will probably garner a Best Actor nomination, though
his laconic performance may cost him come Oscar time. He essentially plays Sheeran
as a savvier version of Mob heavy Chuckie O’Brien (Jesse Plemons). But really,
all the performances are all excellent with the exception of Al Pacino as
Hoffa. Pacino chews so much scenery when portraying Hoffa’s legendary bombast
that we see Pacino, not Hoffa.
Robbie Robertson certainly
deserves Oscar consideration for his musical direction. He composed and performed
the film’s theme song and does a superb job of splicing in period music from
everyone from The Five Satins, Percy Faith, and Jerry Vale to Jackie Gleason,
Fats Domino, Flo Sandon’s [sic], and Glenn Miller.
Currently The
Irishman isn’t on track to recoup its $160 budget. This might not matter as
Netflix released it for streaming on November 27, though if you want to see
this film at all, you should view it on the big screen. I recommend it, but
know that it’s no GoodFellahs. Note to Martin Scorsese: If you have any
more movies in you, consider the crime genre done and dusted.
Rob Weir
* In the 1950s/60s,
several labor unions were nailed for racketeering, the Teamsters by far the
largest. Alas, all labor unions suffered an undeserved reputation for corruption.
The Teamsters forged a Mob connection at a critical time when a conservative
backlash sought to dismantle New Deal labor protections. The thinking at the
time was that government was in cahoots with Big Business and only organized
crime had the might to be a countervailing force. These thigs were true, but Hoffa
unleashed a wild horse he could not ride as easily as he could the Teamsters
rank and file.
**This changed when,
in 1963, incarcerated gangster Joe Valachi spilled the beans of the existence
of the Mafia and the FBI was able to connect the threads of its history.
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