Luckily this film is so godawful bad that it won't reflect poorly on The Sopranos. How could it as there is no heart, no one to pull for or against, no humor, (except for the over the top ludicrous parodies), and is nothing more than a misguided mishmash of mafia meatballs and spaghetti? If I didn't know David Chase was at the helm I would have guessed it came from a Community College upstart living somewhere around Duluth, Minnesota, where they believe LCN stands for Long Cold Nights. Where is the character development that allows us to care if someone lives, loves, or dies? Where is the explanation of what caused the Newark Riots and why is this even in the movie other than David Chase said he'd be interested in doing a movie that takes place during the Newark Riots? He may as well have said during the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and have flooding scenes and rescues from rooftops in the background while never mentioning the storm that preceded it. And who, please answer me, who?, thought it was a good idea, or clever, to cast the same actor in two different roles that strained credulity and actually made me pause the movie and say aloud, Wait, WHAT? This movie has no idea what its about or what it wants to be when it grows up. Cringeworthy dialogue, underused characters who could have added depth and heart, and a string of half baked plot lines that never coalesce, had me constantly checking to see how much time was left before it was finally, and blissfully, over. Much like The Irishman, it never seems to end but my (always) Sopranos heart kept hoping that maybe, just maybe, they would pull a rabbit out of the hat in the end and make me care about any of it. They didn't. I give it one star and that is for the Uncle Jun pearl. When I turned the TV off at 4 a.m. all I could think of was what a colossal waste of talent and an opportunity forever lost to someone's massive ego(s).Take the BLM out of this movie and bring on more Mobsters.