only my man can drink my whiskey.
First part: The first girl I was in love with is Native, and I actually lived with her when we were 18. on the Reservation! Still close with her family. The dynamics are so similar, out here it's casino money, and all the tribal members get a monthly disbursement of 10-13k as soon as they are 18. And she was a tribal member. A lot of the guys that marry them/have kids, are like Ernest Burkhart types. Dead beats and drunks, losers.
Just her mannerisms between Molly and Anna, eerily similar, even down to the deadpan humor, that Molly used, and her directness. That's very very Native. Drinking with her for the time time, staying up all night drunk. Those houses. Res houses. With like 12 family members, and someone cooking all the time. The above line, they used to actually say to me, only he can steal her beers because she likes him, and that was exactly what happened. Her Mom looking at us somewhat scornfully sometimes, just drunk and all over each other in front of everyone.
Anyway, all that to say, I connected intensely to the book when I read it, and the movie. But, the first hour to me, was by far the strongest. Three masterful performances, and great direction. De Niro, De Caprio, and Gladstone absolutely some of the best acting of the year. Should get noms. Some beautiful shots. But, after that, it never DRAGGED, but it slacked, multiple times, didn't every lose my attention, but the tone started veering all over the place. The characters compounded, and were introduced as quick as they disappeared.
The heart of the story was sidelined, the best moments between Decaprio and Gladstone were gone. I still admired the performances but Gladstone was left without a lot to do, and Decaprio's actions, and acting were actually really funny, considering what was going on. Him being so dumb. I read some of the more critical reviews, and I agreed with a lot more than I wanted to. It reminded me way too much of The Irishman, which I didn't like that much. It didn't hit as hard as it could have. And reading a piece on Scorsese and violence, and cinema, I get it, but the affect is a little flat.
By the time the last hour rolls around, it felt like kind of a mess. The switching of testimonies. The courtroom scenes. The shuffling back and forth. There were half dozen great little moments that were kind of nodding at larger themes of genocide, white power and injustices, but it was going all over the place, as far as the main story was concerned. The tension and heartache felt very muted, or nonexistent, aside from a few really effective moments. The story overwhelmed the movie. By the final shot, it felt a bit like it had gone off the rails. The vaudville camp part, and then the last shot, which looked like a Casino ad. fukk. The movie was frustrating.