Have you ever read a novel that was so epic, you couldn’t decide whether you liked it until a long time later? I just saw “The Irishman”, and it is having that effect on me.
So much happens in those three and a half hours, that my mind is awhirl with far too much information. It’s going to take me a long time to figure out exactly what I just saw.
And then, perhaps, I will be able to figure out whether I like it.