Overheard in my house after the end credits of this:
"That was the best movie ever made!"
"Bowfinger or Fake Purse Ninjas?"
"Fake Purse Ninjas!"
(Also, the Heather Graham stuff remains Not Great, even if you don't know the Anne Heche aspect to it, but the rest of the movie has aged spectacularly well. Especially anything with Kit at Mind Head.)
I didn’t love this? Great performances, the usual Scorsese technical brilliance, etc. But telling the story from this POV for 3.5 hours felt monotonous and frustrating. I wanted way more Lily Gladstone than we were given. Scorsese rightly recognized that the movie shouldn’t be about the FBI agents, but instead of trying to tell an Osage story that spotlighted the Osage characters, he instead pivoted to a dim, uninteresting goon who keeps making the same choices over a really long stretch of screen time.
what a lovely, lovely movie. The kind you want to live in a while, even though it’s about three sad people stuck together in what seems at first like a miserable experience. Giamatti, Randolph, and Dominic Sessa are all fantastic.
