There have been big Scorsese productions that I wasn't particularly fond of, like Gangs of New York and The Age of Innocence, but this is a first: a Scorsese picture I actually disliked. Nothing can change the fact that Martin Scorsese is one of the great American film auteurs. His body of work is virtually unparalleled. But this picture is a big misstep for the great director. It is a failed satire, if indeed it was meant to be a satire. It's overlong, overwrought, and ultimately boring. He means to show us something about wretched excess, I suppose, but he fails to create a single character about whom we might give a damn, except for the antagonist, and in the end all you can do is yawn and be happy it's over.