It seems like "The Irishman" was made as an excuse to get "the band" back together to do one more tour. This movie is for all the guys out there who never get tired of hearing old mob stories being retold. When "Goodfellas" came out, it was a brilliantly new way of revealing mob tales. "The Sopranos" television series took telling mob stories to a new, but final level. After that, where is there left to go? "The Irishman" can be summed up by watching one scene, the scene where a supposedly younger Frank Sheeran (Robert DeNiro) is supposed to be giving a severe beating to a shop owner out in the street while his young daughter is watching. None of the latest computer aided cameras they used could keep DeNiro's body movements from looking every bit the almost eighty year old man he is, bumbling, stumbling, and struggling to do a vicious beatdown scene. It was kind of sad, and reminded me of the time I saw two old geezers, after an argument, trying to duke it out at a bar one night. This embarrassment happens every time the old guys try to do scenes where their characters are supposed to be much younger, and they have to do something physical. Geez, isn't that what body doubles and stunt men are for?
Watching "The Irishman" is like when your Grandpa starts retelling the same old stories, you know, the same ones he's been telling you since when you were just a wee, gullible kid. Now an adult, you just nod your head out of respect as he's talking, but you don't really pay much attention because you've heard them all before. If you are into reminiscing, and seeing the "old crew" back in action again, this movie is for you. If you're looking for something fresh and new, don't waste over three hours of your life watching this old, tired tale. It's not like you haven't heard Grandpa's stories a million times before.