My cousin, who went to Penn/Ivy leaguer, watched it yesterday and sent me this text, this nails it for me, ie, he said it much better than I could have...........
That was good, but not great. I definitely wouldn't have lasted seeing it in the theater.
It's weird watching a movie - much less a Scorsese movie - with long passages with no music. Maybe that was why I found the movie very cold. Someone said elegiac, and that might work, too, but there was no menace, no emotion, no rising and falling. It just seemed like a series of scenes - too many because Sheeran claimed to be everywhere doing everything - stitched together. I also didn't like the double narrative with the nursing home and the car trip, and really didn't get how he got from never wanting to discuss what he did to spilling his guts in a book.
It also lacked iconic scenes like Scorsese's best films. There's not a moment or a scene or even a line that I'll take with me. The acting was good - especially Pesci and Keitl, but was all kind of muted within a range. The only one who brought any real blood to his role was, of course, Pacino. But, his midwestern accent kind of came and went and was distracting in its changeability.
The problem for me is I went in thinking Goodfellas, The Departed, Casino and this was what I saw, which as a movie viewer is the kiss of death, not the way you should go into any movie, but it is what it is.
I'm glad I saw it. I don't think I'll ever watch it again.