An old man recalls his time painting houses for his friend, Jimmy Hoffa, through the 1950-70s.
It's also the mob movie with the Action Bronson cameo!
He does his role alright. Sells a casket. Seems like himself, but his regular self works well here. I'm curious how he'd do with acting someone else, but it's good to see he may be a natural at least with natural cameos like this. Always with that Action charisma. Always nice to see.
As for the rest of this it's sad how every mob movie ever made somehow seems to become an anti-mob movie. Even ones as classy as this one. And it's sad how everyone ages, and dies, and how some people live on.
Not that it's sad that anyone lives on - it's just sad they age and live on as everybody else dies.
I like the ambiguity though. I like how it started, but when it's all over I'm missing the point.
It had to be for something. It might be the point is there is none, but what kind of movie would that make this? Anti-mob propaganda? It's all said and done now anyway. It is what it is.
In a way you could say the age plays on or pays homage to the longevity of the mob, but on the other hand there's always an element of certain people losing their grip as they do, of not keeping with times, of the world changing and the mobsters being lost in their own little realm of loyalty when in the real world it no longer matters at all.
Maybe I should see that more a testament to how crappy our time is. To strive to bring back what we had back in the old days.
A new mob? Unity that matters? Loyalty, family, respect, and an unquestioning and uncompromising raison d'être over all? Until your time is gone and lost upon you.
I'm as always fascinated by the culture, and by the code, and both acting and filming is great as ever here. Robert De Niro's still got it. I just wish it all ended a happier way, whatever reason they might have had for making it not so, be it a nod to the mob or not.
But that's why this doesn't get a top score in my book.
To escape reality is at least why I usually watch a movie, and though this might not really be my reality, my reality currently correlates all too closely to age and death - not my own necessarily but to that of those I hold close - and thus this doesn't feel like the escape I'm looking for in a movie, and I'm not sure it's the kind of reality anyone who was in or is in the mob would like to see either.
Or maybe I'm wrong? Maybe this shows them the way. Maybe this is a silent testament to the values of a culture and honor by most unknown.
Basically I guess I chose the wrong movie to watch. I don't like the age and/or losing grip thing, but can't nobody say this wasn't good.
It was what it was.
rated 4/5: fo shizzle