Saturday, June 30, 2007
A LOT OF BULL
Today's NYTimes Best 1176 Film was Scorcese's
More Scorcese vitriol about his own people.
The biopic of LaMotta. Robert DeNiro. With a variably sized squashed fake nose. I think they cauliflowered his ears too.
I endured half of it.
Scorcese alternates between scenes of ring violence—very loud, smoky and bloody—and unbelievably trite and almost inaudible home scenes with the Bull and his Miss Vicky.
OK. I get it. He is violent and a force to be reckoned with in the ring. He is a total flop as a lover or husband. A shit.
Scorcese loves to show us these half wits trying their hand at life.
And the very annoying Joe Pesci. Again. Has he been in anyone's films but Scorcese's?
There is no dramatic tension. The fight sequences are brief; the trite flipping of calendar pages. The at-home scenes are boring to the extreme only enlivened by some occasional wife beating.
What is Scorcese's preoccupation with low class Italian behavior all about? The macho posing. The violence. The immature responses to life situations. The impotence.
Movie after movie.
He has embellished on the stereotype. He has created a new cartoon version of his own people. The post modern wop.
I have the same reaction to the fascination with the Soprano family.
What is up with this?
Why is there an audience for it?
I am not in the fan base.
This will get a usual Scorcese 1 out of Netflix5.
Actually. there is a new rating on the Netflix site. A circle with a cross bar. It means something like 'no way'.
Are there any more of Marty's films left on the list? I hope that I have seen the last of him.
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