Killer Of The Flower Moon (2023)

Slow burn. That’s how it felt like.

It was exactly how Martin Scorsese, my favourite Hollywood film director dealt with The Irishman (2019), though being an extension of the world that he’s already explored to an astonishing degree before, it worked.

Watching this one was a laborious affair. Perhaps that it was post lunch in a cold movie theatre which was the culprit considering I slept off during couple of the scenes.

We have to deal with the perpetual frown on Leonardo DiCaprio’s face, with only Robert de Niro giving another fantastic performance, the only bundle of energy in this rather kinetic deficient film.

There was an interesting thing though, the timing. The story about how the natives were murdered to grab their oil rich reservation land, seen to parallel what’s happening in Gaza now. It’s unintentional, of course, considering the number of Jews involved in that movie business. But it was too obvious to ignore.

It's filled with great performance, especially Lily Gladstone who plays Mollie Burkeheart, the Osage tribe woman, the central figure of this story.

This film looks more like Oliver Stone’s territory as he would have heightened the drama with every cinematographic trick in the book to keep the proceeding interesting.

That is specifically what Scorsese himself specialise in, but he opted for old school style instead and we are left to deal with long lumbering shots with boring dialogues.

I never thought I’d not like a Scorsese film, even The Irishman had moments that were pure Scorsese in presentation. Here, it looks like any by the book TV director could have pulled it off.

Very disappointed.