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Killers of
the Flower Moon (2023)
 
Review
Martin Scorsese follows up his sloppy
The
Irishman with another excursion in indulgence and
overnarration. For three and a half hours, he tells the story of the
Osage Indian murders in Osage County, Oklahoma at the beginning of
the 20th century, but this is not a cinematic work; it's a visual
retelling of literature. The narrative is so unfocused, longwinded,
and loquacious that watching the movie is like listening to a busker
going at it repetitiously for hours on end. And the story, although
fascinating enough in a historical context, has an unappealing
revisionist whiff about it and is often reduced to a simple
us-and-them dichotomy. Scorsese keeps pounding his narrative drum
like that aforementioned busker, but The Killers of the Flower
Moon never becomes the grandiose, epic drama it purports
to be, and it desperately lacks subtlety. The performances could
have been good in a tighter and more focused movie, with De Niro
being onto something unique as the ageing, self-righteous patriarch
William Hale.
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