Updated On: 30 November, 2019 07:25 AM IST | Mumbai | Mayank Shekhar
The Irishman is essentially a cross between a movie and a series -- a seriously stunning slow-burn. Let it seep into you, like an unputdownable novel (which is how I watched it the second time on). Because you can.

A still from The Irishman
Watched this movie on the big screen end-September, at a press preview, soon after its world premiere in New York. Sure, had heard that the film's rather long — at three hours, 30 minutes — although you must also know that of that running time, over 10 minutes is the closing credit. Caught it without an interval (obviously). And yet as morning fell to noon, it didn't seem for a second that I'd been inside a dark hall through what would count as half a working day for many.
There was no friend around, let alone an Indian journalist. Can't tell you what it means to restrain/curb enthusiasm over a masterpiece, knowing that it's too early to spread/share that joy with others, since the film would eventually drop on Netflix, only end-November. As it has. Happy to briefly pour heart out now!