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the departed has left the building...

Cami Kaos

24 Mar 2007 — 1 min read

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I hold Martin Scorsese to a higher standard than I do other film makers but the fact is I just watched the Departed and I say BOO.He won an academy award for that? Really he did? Why? Are we unfamiliar with other films he has made? Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Good Fellas. Yeah. He made those. And an impressive list of others as well.If it had been some popcorn movie or made by some other directer I may have liked it more, but I heard such wonderful things about what an amazing and shocking film The Departed was. To me, it wasn't.Not just me, I should interject here that Mr. Kaos really didn't care for it either. I would love to tell you what exactly he said but it was far too absurd and childishly potty mouthed. Plus I am writing this at 1 something in the morning and can't remember.Don't get me wrong, some amazing performances were delivered. Nicholson was engaging and fun if a bit over the top and DiCaprio played his part masterfully. Damon fell flat for me and I thought Wahlberg was just a little TOO agro to believe.To sum up, it wasn't good. It wasn't bad, but I wish I'd watched Good Fella's instead...

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