Everything else is just a snoozing, slobbering, old white guy of a movie.

The only redeeming quality of this is the costumes and sets being 100% accurate, but the directing goes way too many directions- the pointless text exclaiming how/when people died, the incredibly awkward scene interactions that IN NO WAY segue to the next, and when you finally are introduced to Hoffa, and check the runtime, you cannot believe you're only an hour in with another two to go.

The CGI age progressions are laughable, at best. I'm sure they'll come along soon enough, but this movie will be one we laugh at the feeble attempts once it gets better. It was relied upon far too heavily.

I did like Joe Pesci's acting, but the script being so wobbly definitely handicapped his performance; DeNiro seemed to be a firm believer in pre-release hype, and over-acted throughout.

Never mind that Sheeran was, for all intents and purposes, prone to grossly over exaggerating much of his life's antics, Scorsese seems to be doing so, as well.

All in all, a trodding, clumsy adaptation, with very little bright spots-I'd like that 3 hours back, please.