There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune

Good to see the fellow still has it

E-mail this post

Remember me (?)

All personal information that you provide here will be governed by the Privacy Policy of More...

Martin Scorsese is back.

I shall not bore you with a comprehensive review of "The Departed", given the late timing and a suspicion that most of my readers have already seen it. But it's worth mentioning how gratified I am to see an old master back in form. This is the man who made some of the most significant films of my lifetime. Who among us can forget the first time he saw "Goodfellas"? I still remember going to the cinema in Paris to see "Taxi Driver", hearing the thumping sub-woofer booming as Travis Bickle slowly cruised New York amongst "the filth, the shit".

What struck me about "The Departed" was not just the taught suspense, the earthy dialogue or the Freudian, literary themes. What is truly astonishing is the depth and breadth of performances by the cast. Sure, crazy Jack is back, delivering his signature demonic glare and smoldering, snarling ad libs. But Leonardo DiCaprio, Matt Damon and Mark Wahlberg really deliver the goods. It is absolutely stunning to me that little Leo DiCaprio (from Growing Pains) and Marky Mark (of the Funky Bunch) have shaped up to be the best actors of my generation. Unbelievable. I should mention that the supporting cast includes Martin Sheen and Alec Baldwin, both graciously comfortable with relatively subsidiary roles.

I have made no secret of my disdain for the Academy's voting structure, but I hope Scorsese finally gets the nod.

If you haven't already checked out this flick, I highly recommend you do so.*

*Recommendation excludes my mother or anybody else who is uncomfortable with extreme violence in movies.

0 Responses to “Good to see the fellow still has it”

Leave a Reply

      Convert to boldConvert to italicConvert to link


About me

  • I'm Sunset Shazz
  • Living the dream in Istanbul, Turkey
  • I grew up in the hardscrabble streets of suburban Ottawa, Ontario, committing petty crime, insulting the elderly - basically the classic misspent youth. When I was 19, I moved to West Philly, where I put myself through the Wharton School by dealing crack and hustling. After stints in Paris and London, I eventually graduated and moved to San Francisco, where I put in eight years hard labor working for The Man. But now I pop bottles with models, deciding cracked crab or lobster - who says mobsters don't prosper?
    More information about this blog.
  • My profile

Previous posts



ATOM 0.3