Killers of the Flower Moon is a Terrible Movie

Prove me wrong

Adulting in your 30s


Yes, I love and respect that the film gave voice and opportunity to underrepresented actors and actresses (and a historic Golden Globe win for Lily Gladstone). But, the movie just wasn’t good.

Killers of the Flower Moon is too damn long

The movie is 3.5 hours, and you felt it. Nothing much happens in the first hour. Most of the action build up in the last third in the investigation.

In contrast, Oppenheimer was 3 hours, and I could have watched more. It was well paced and had interesting parallel storylines that crossed between past, present, and future.

The characters in Killers of the Flower Moon are one-dimensional

The bad guys are just bad. And the good guys (and girls) are just suffering. While I can see it makes sense not to give any chance for sympathy to these historically horrible humans, it also made the plot flat. You knew what was going to happen. You know who did it from the start. There were no surprised.

Leo’s character was the worst, sleeping with his wife while killing her sister. Yet none of it really made him hesitate about what he was doing. He didn’t see the natives as human.

I wish I saw more from the perspective of Lily Gladstone’s character. She just languished, and why she fell for Leo wasn’t really clear, besides that he was just there a lot.

I believe that Martin Scorsese just doesn’t give a shit anymore.

Nowadays, he makes long movies with his buddies (Leo, DeNiro) for their own enjoyment. The Irishman is another example that satifies both points above.

But, hey, he’s earned it. He’s Martin Scorsese, and his friends are Leonardo DiCaprio and Robert DeNiro. They can all do whatever they want and it’ll sell.

What does it mean though, when the actors on screen seem to be having more fun than the audience watching?

I want to be brought along on an emotional journey, to learn something new, to feel conflicted about my deeply held beliefs — not to simply watch someone else have fun doing what they like for three hours plus some explosions and gore.



Adulting in your 30s

Musings and self reflections of a 30 something who feels like an adult but a kid at the same time