KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON
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An unrelenting parade of murder, greed, misery, and menace, "Killers of the Flower Moon"commits the unforgivable sin not giving its audience any ounce of relief.
There is no where to hide from its violence.
Alfred Hitchcock was a master at knowing where to draw the line for his audience so you always felt in capable, and caring hands.
Sadly, this is not the case with "Killers of the Flower Moon."
Regardless of how historically accurate the film might be in its depiction of an oil-rich community of Native Americans assassinated by greedy white men, the bloated movie leaves you cold.
The only character you root for is Lily Gladstone's Mollie, who seems at least for a moment to know that her betrothed husband Ernest (Leonardo DiCaprio) is an idiot criminal of the first water.
Lily Gladston's performance is the only reason to see this movie.
"Killers of the Flower Moon" is a grueling, punishing experience to sit through.
Anyone with a half a brain could edit an hour out of this movie, blindfolded.
This is not the film that should seal Martin Scorsese's storied career.
"Taxi Driver" is still best movie he ever made.
Rated R. 310 mins.
