Loong, boring movie about men at their worst, that is, long scenes of subdued, indirect, emotionless dialog, punctuated with quick scenes of violent bloodshed. All De Nero et al. did much was make this-is-the-face-I-make-instead-of-the-face-I-would-make-if-I-was-going-to-let-you-know-how-I'm-really-feeling faces, and that kind of acting isn't enough to sustain such a loooong movie. The most interesting performance was by a woman who played the Irishman's daughter in a brief scene where she told him what a crappy dad he'd been. Other than that, it was all as dull as the 50s, 60s, and 70s interior set design. And, OK, maybe that's all historically accurate, but it wasn't great storytelling; great storytelling shouldn't put you to sleep. The only thing it has going for it is the historic aspect (the only reason I kept watching).