One Paragraph Movie Review: Casino

Seventy-third film: Casino. Like any Scorcese film, this is watchable over and over again provided it’s been at least a year since you last saw it. Also like any Scorcese film, the how-you-doin’ voice-overs are outstanding, the costumes are sublime, the slow-mo close-ups are beautiful, and then somewhere around the sixth hour you feel grubby and sick and sad, right before everybody gets whacked and ends up in a shallow grave in the desert. This particular film has Sharon Stone telling her daughter “You should never do this” while she huffs three fat ropes of rack right up her snout, so that’s something different I guess. Depressing and glorious, with many unnecessarily meaty chunks of violence and a minimum of four genuinely upsetting hairstyles. Yay. Four and a quarter sudden fountain pen bar murders out of five.