Any number of friends acquaintances, strangers and passers-bye have told me that I “need to see Martin Scorsese’s The Irishman.
I need to see this 31/2 hour epic story of a Frank Sheerin, a pathological killer who may have had something to do with disappearing Jimmy Hoffa? I need this entertainment outing , why?
Plum evades me.
Can’t get roused to stir up even a modicum of interest to decline the offering to spend whatever the market will bear NETFLIX, or Marty.
I have never seen Frozen, the 50 Shades of Anything, Taken 1,2,3. & 4 among most films trotted since 1999.
I have yet to see an episode of
- Will & Grace
- The TV Show About Brainiac Nerds
- 60 minutes since the death of Andy Rooney
- States of Union
- Maud
- Brady Bunch in all of its manifestations
- Presidential Medals of Freedom
- Public Television -since the last episde of I, Claudius
- Bill O’Reilly
- Sean Hannity
- Rachel Maddox
- Chicago Tonight - since Phil Ponce ambushed Hank Lentzen
- Mass for the Shut-ins
- Family Guy
- The Real O’Neals
- Anderson Cooper
- Meet the Press
The last good movie that I watched at the Show ( a movie theatre) was A Little Chaos with the immortal Allan Rickman as Louis XIV of France.
I am leading rich and full life, even though I have not purchased tickets for Hamilton. I am not that woke.
No, I will shed my mortal husk without seeing The Irishman.
Knock yourselves out!
