Signed myself up for an grand cinema excursion with some old coworkers to go see Killers of the Flower Moon. Another Scorsese epic about the true crime that Americans inflicted upon their own people. It delved into a chapter of history I had totally no knowledge of which I found fascinating and the slow burn of watching people systematically murder another race is exponentially horrifying the more you think about it. Performances were excellent too, Leo spends most of the time pretending to listen and understand what everyone else is saying. It's quite an emasculating role and he always has a face of vacant determination - I frequently asked myself 'what must he be thinking now' and the answer is always 'nothing'.
But all told, the film is still far too long. Scenes come and go and we only glean scraps about characters and motivation - sure but all builds a grand mosaic once we get to the finish line but it certainly likes to relish in the pace of the old life. Right at the three hour mark the lady two seats over from me started to breathe heavily, then snore quietly, then snore loudly. The runtime is justified by the scale of the source material, which is legitimately important and respectfully told. If you got a good few hours to kill, this is a good one to try out.
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