So Scorcese comes in with guns blazing: Marvel isn't cinema and he's the authority on what's cinema and not. Fellow mobster movie auteur Coppola weighs in, goes one step further: Marvel is vile. After such boisterous, vain comments, one expects that Scorcese has something big in his pocket. What he has however is a .38, it takes three and a half hour of shooting to bore the viewer to death.

Now don't get me wrong, the movie isn't strictly bad on its own. But whatever it has comes from the big name actors, even if they play the roles they have already played at least a dozen times before this in much better movies. You have seen their better performances and in fact in, much better Scorcese mob movies. The latter half of the movie especially is a slog but I guess they thought "it's Netflix, just put in all the film we shot without editing". It drags on and on as if there's something in reserve to warrant the build up. It never comes.

And mostly it's due to the anemic story: It's as if the scenario was written by a deep learning machine which was fed mobster movies, it's like a composite of those. Every scene you saw somewhere else before and definitely better, and towards the finale it's as generic as it goes. Even if it's an adaptation, Scorcese should have realized this story didn't need a movie, especially not one as long as Titanic.

But here's the issue: He has been long sipping his bread in the wine of his Mobster Cinematic Universe, a continuous barrage of gangster movies that ended up repeating itself the most in this one. If he thinks this is his magnum opus, featuring his star-studded cast to the point that big names get like two-liner cameos, I'm concerned for him. As a matter of fact, I'm really more than a little concerned for Scorcese. It's what it is.