The Irishman Review

Review of The Irishman (2019) by screenqueeen: 👍 4.5/5

Sheeran's story is received at first as a deeply knowledgeable individual with a vast understanding of the machinations of organized crime. As he continues, it becomes noticeable that this vast understanding and his knack for this particular lifestyle is the only thing he knows.

Whatever life he lead before he met Russ dissolves as if it was never part of his history. Frank struggles with a challenge he's never given much thought to, a moral dilemma he's never faced before because he's always brought a cold, machine-like approach to his jobs. No emotion, no thought, no remorse.

He's never shown enjoying the things around him, either. He's constantly worried and mentally occupied with his own efficiency, even as he sits in his boss's restaurant sipping on wine, killing time & breaking bread with Russ. He can't take in the music, can't enjoy the scenery (as it's indirectly a part of his situation), and can't even enjoy the food or wine (too much).

Along comes Hoffa and the guy loves to enjoy as much as he humanly can. He's a ginger ale and ice cream sundae fanatic, constantly remarking on food and making a real effort to be a part of Frank Sheeran's life and family (as Russ tries to do but with diminishing returns), as Frank is a part of Jimmy's. Jimmy has something that Frank needs but doesn't know how to get.

That final flash of regret passes over Frank's face when the job is done, but after a moment it's gone as if he never felt a thing. He's obligated to feel a haunting regret but he can't, the last man standing knows too much.