I saw The Irishman at a small movie theater a few weeks before it went on Netflix. The place was packed. I guess like me, all these audience members could not wait to see the most recent film by the great director of, among other movies, Goodfellas and Casino. Well, it finally began, and we all watched. And watched. And watched. Finally, after two and a half (loooong) hours, the movie ended. An older couple in front of me then began a vain attempt to applaud, but they almost immediately stopped when it was clear that no one was going to join in. And then there was silence. And that silence continued as the audience members slowly got up and filed out of the theater. The feeling there was palpable. It was the feeling of disappointment. Pure disappointment.