A fair and honest portrayal of Martin Scorsese’s life and career would acknowledge that Killers of the Flower Moon is arguably his worst film (yes, even worse than Hugo and Kundun) .
I’ve explained this numerous times, but this is because (a) KOTFM was driven by an all-but-total capitulation to glum woke theology, which meant that (b) Lily Gladstone’s Molly Burkhart had to be portrayed as not only gloriously imbued with God’s radiant and rhapsodic light but as a deeply fascinating character (not).
Scorsese had a great Eric Roth adaptation of David Grann’s 2017 novel to work with, but he and Leonardo DiCaprio were too afraid of offending the DEI fanatics by making Texas Ranger Tom White the central character.
KOTFM was therefore, Robbie Robertson’s haunting music aside, the least Scorsese–esque film to ever bear his name. It was about Marty dropping to his knees and showing obeisance to the early 2020s power of woke fanaticism.
Does Rebecca Miller’s Mr. Scorsese (Apple TV+, 10.17) acknowledge this? I haven’t seen it, but it sure as hell sounds like she doesn’t.
