Even if endless post-production tweakings (i.e., CG de-aging refinements) hadn’t gotten in the way of a possible Cannes debut, Martin Scorsese‘s The Irishman would have never been slotted to debut two months hence. The intimate, end-of-the-road, old-guy gangster flick screams Venice-Telluride-Toronto. Plus Netflix Oscar strategist Lisa Taback would’ve never approved. The basic drill is that Netflix won’t be Cote d’Azur-ing this year — forget Steven Soderbergh’s The Laundromat, the Safdie brothers‘ Uncut Gems, Noah Baumbach‘s untitled whatever and a little touch of The King‘s Timothee Chalamet in the night. So say Variety‘s Elsa Keslassy and Matt Donnelly.
