7
While technically this movie was excellent, I feel it really missed the mark by telling this story from the persective of the white man, rather than that of the Osage. Their outrage and desperation were barely touched upon, or Scorsese just totally missed what could have inspired or drawn me in emotionally. The depth of depravity and greed was almost incomprehensible in a man like DeCaprio's character, who supposedly loved his wife and children, but whose lust for wealth, and the manipulation by his uncle were almost unbelievable in contrast, except for the fact his wife did acknowledge he was not very smart. I came away from this ridiculously long movie without having been touched in a tangible or significant way. I almost dreaded seeing it because I thought I would be deeply affected emotionally, but alas, nada. Perhaps the attention to the spectacle, the excess, just detracted from the powerful movie it could have been.