The narrator has always been the audience's best friend – the companion who guides us through complex waters. In Martin Scorsese's overlong and excruciatingly over-narrated Casino, the roles are reversed; here the images accompany the narrator(s). Of course, Scorsese cannot seem to fall out of love with his once winning formula of fielding a dangerous Robert De Niro opposite a more or less trusted pal (previously Harvey Keitel, these days Joe Pesci) in stories of enormous proportions – both thematically and filmatically. The problem is just that in this film, the thematics and characters are rather forgettable, the dialogue is contrived, and Scorsese's epic directorial style is worn out. There is nothing in Casino that can justify this kind of running-time. Evidently, Scorsese needs some sort of artistic resistance for his future projects.