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                Man, this is one long movie. This movie is so 
                  long, they could have made like three or four other movies out 
                  of it. Oh, that’s right, wait a minute…. 
                They did. 
                First, there’s Hamlet (and not the user-friendly 
                  Mel Gibson one either, oh no, it’s more akin to Kenneth Branaugh’s 
                  "Deep Hurting version"), then there’s Far and Away, 
                  then we’ve got Glory, and we’ve also got, inexplicably, 
                  Mad Max: Beyond Thudnerdome thrown in for good 
                  measure. 
                Like my girlfriend said, “Doesn’t anybody in Hollywood remember 
                  how to edit?” 
                The movie takes place in New York City (not the nice parts) 
                  in 1863. Irish immigrants have been coming over by boat for 
                  decades, and the “native” population doesn’t like that they 
                  are trying to carve a piece of the country out for themselves. 
                  Conflict established. 
                The whole film just felt bloated to me. (Of course, this may 
                  be because we had just gone to Fuddrucker’s for dinner.) 
                  The plot felt bloated. The storyline was good for a ninety minute 
                  movie, but not 160+. And it’s not like it gets wrapped 
                  up in little details; it just goes on these weird tangents that 
                  don’t really add anything, following characters uptown, 
                  downtown, just so later when we see them for a brief thirty-second 
                  scene we’ll go “Oh, yeah, that’s the guy who 
                  came in earlier and did this completely pointless thing, but 
                  I’ve got a name to go with the face.” Let’s 
                  follow a character on a quick burgling tour of homes that contributes 
                  nothing to the plot. Let’s thrown in a Chinese festival 
                  that has no reason for existing whatsoever. My girlfriend noted 
                  that a good hour could have been cut out of this movie, and 
                  I agree. Apparently there were forty minutes of this movie left 
                  on the editing room floor. That blows my mind. Maybe Scorsese 
                  should start taking classes in music theory, because he’s 
                  apparently more interested in working in opera than movies. 
                The acting felt bloated. Daniel Day-Lewis does a really good 
                  job as Billy the Butcher, the leader of the “get-back-on-the-boats-you-dirty-bog-people” 
                  gang. He really makes Billy’s character believable, motivated, 
                  entertaining, and three-dimensional. Leonardo DiCaprio apparently 
                  gets paid by the glower, because that’s what he does for 
                  fully half this movie, which, as I have mentioned before, is 
                  really, really long. Cameron Diaz plays a character that just 
                  doesn’t fit into the world that Scorsese tries to make. 
                  Oh well, since I haven’t thought of her as attractive 
                  since The Mask, she at least is able to play off 
                  that “is she suffering from cholera?” look to her 
                  advantage in this movie. Jim Broadbent’s “Boss” 
                  Tweed is well done, though. But this movie is just chock-full 
                  of people filling up every frame of this movie with at least 
                  twenty faces. Okay, New York is a crowded place, you’ve 
                  made your point. 
                The set design felt bloated. I swear, there were times I was 
                  asking myself, “Did we slip into a dream sequence and 
                  I didn’t notice? And when the heck did New York get a 
                  huge system of caves?!” The movie is supposed to based 
                  in history, right? There’s a real New York, there were 
                  real gangs, there was a real influx of Irish, there were real 
                  tensions over that, there was real squalor and overcrowding, 
                  there was a real “Boss” Tweed and Horace Greely 
                  and a real Civil War and real draft riots, right? So why does 
                  so much of what I see on the screen require a rather hefty suspension 
                  of disbelief? 
                Even the “atmosphere” felt bloated. You know all 
                  the music that was excised from the book versions of The 
                  Lord of the Rings? It’s here. People pick up a 
                  fiddle and a drum when a boxing match starts, when the sun sets, 
                  when people get hung, whenever. Apparently in this world, you’re 
                  more likely to find yourself in the middle of a pick-up session 
                  than you are to step in horse poo. 
                I didn’t actively dislike this movie. If you like Daniel 
                  Day-Lewis, I’d go see it. His performance, and Jim Broadbent’s 
                  performance, are really excellent. The fullness of the world 
                  that is in the film is really masterful, if sometimes too much 
                  to swallow. Some of the lead characters come across as really 
                  sympathetic, in the sense that you can say, “Yeah, I would 
                  see how that would really mess someone up.” But after 
                  you’re done watching this, you’ll be asking, “Was 
                  it worth it to go through all that for that much story?”  | 
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