Killers of the FLower Moon
I watched this over two nights, which I very much dislike doing, but, with apologies to Mr. Scorsese, it is three and a half hours long. DiCaprio is playing something of a dumbass, with a weird exaggerated downturned mouth, like Brando in the Godfather. Stuffed full of cotton balls or something. He comes back from WW1 to his uncle Robert De Niro, living in Osage Nation - a tribe who discovered oil and got mega rich - and gets a job as a cab driver of some sort. He drives Lily Gladstone around and then marries her. Stuff happens in between.
De Niro is playing arguably one of his most sinister characters, professing his love for the Osage at all times, while constantly scheming to get their oil money by marriage, subterfuge, or hiring guys to blow them up. He is the driving force behind convincing Leo to marry, because the latter is kind of too dumb to have any better ideas. De Niro and his goons proceed to just murder anyone who gets close to being in their way, including pretty much all of Gladstone’s family. She has a rough time of it beyond that, being diabetic and spending a lot of the runtime sweating it out in bed, being slowly poisoned.
It’s long but engaging, Scorsese obviously knows what he’s doing. I can’t argue too much about the plot, since it’s based on a book, which is in turn based on real life, but Lily Gladstone was very good but spent quite a lot of the movie either in a daze or miserable. The arrival of the FBI was also very abrupt, Jesse Plemons just popping to to solve the whole thing. I really enjoyed the score, and was glad to see Robbie Robertson still around and doing stuff, until the movie was dedicated to his memory at the closing credits.