Scorsese, the mafia; Scorsese, violence; De Niro, violence; De Niro, Scorsese; these things, they belong together. De Niro and Fockers? A focking travesty.
So it was a little like hearing angels sing when I read that the boys were getting together to make a film again - and then it was as if the angels turned into naked, dancing men when I got to the details. As much as one can understand that perhaps De Niro needs a comedic break every once in a while, I just can’t abide him making less than stellar movies. How a man goes from Taxi Driver and Raging Bull to Analyze This (or That) or anything with Ben Stiller, is beyond me. And it’s high time Scorsese takes a break from Leo, so why not go back to another familiar lover? De Niro and Scorsese have made eight films together and for their ninth, the pair return to the mean streets of New York.
The Irishman is based on the life of hit man Frank Sheeran as revealed through interviews by Charles Brandt in his book, I Heard You Paint Houses: Frank “The Irishman” Sheeran and the Inside Story of the Mafia, the Teamsters, and the Final Ride of Jimmy Hoffa. Brandt’s account alleges that Sheeran was involved with and carried out hits for high profile mob bosses, was responsible for Hoffa’s disappearance and may even have had intimate knowledge of the John F. Kennedy assassination plot.
According to Digital Spy, Scorsese stated that screenwriter Steve Zallian (American Gangster, Gangs of New York, Schindler’s List) is working on the script and previous rumors have Joe Pesci and Al Pacino also attached to The Irishman. While some might find fault with Scorsese’s return to familiar surroundings, this project sounds like it could be that one decent trip back home - you know, the one where you somehow find comfort nervously laughing at your asshole uncle who gets drunk, sneaks into the kitchen to eat the best dessert before it gets to the table and leers at your little sister. Your dad and his fourth wife talk to everyone but each other, everyone pretends to like their re-gifted pieces of crap or ugly sweaters, but no one actually gets into a fight and you secretly delight in noting idiosyncrasies. Yeah, Di Nero and Scorsese belong together again. Afterward, we might feel a little sick but at least we knew what we were getting ourselves into.