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Of all the haunting images and disturbing sounds that permeate Martin Scorsese\u2019s \u201cKillers of the Flower Moon<\/a>,\u201d none is more upsetting than the guttural cry from Mollie Burkhart (Lily Gladstone), a tortured wail of rage and grief that escapes her reserved visage when tragedy strikes. And it often does: \u201cKillers\u201d tells the true story<\/a>, adapted from the book by David Grann, of how Mollie\u2019s Osage community was decimated by murderous white men, who killed dozens of her tribe members for rights to their oil-rich land.<\/p>\n Mollie\u2019s howl of pain is not quite like any sound heard before in a Scorsese film. But in many ways, Scorsese is emulating her jarring cry in the ominous aesthetics of \u201cKillers of the Flower Moon\u201d itself, and of his 2019 feature, \u201cThe Irishman<\/a>.\u201d<\/p>\n The movies have much in common: their creative teams, expansive running times, period settings, narrative density and epic scope. But what most keenly sets them apart from the rest of Scorsese\u2019s work is the element by which the filmmaker is arguably most easily identified: their violence. In these films, the deaths, which are frequent, are hard and fast and blunt, a marked departure from the intricately stylized and ornately edited set pieces of his earlier work.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n \u201cThe violence is different now, in these later movies,\u201d Thelma Schoonmaker, his editor since 1980, noted recently<\/a>. \u201cAnd often it\u2019s in a wide shot. It\u2019s hardly ever a tight shot, which is very different from his earlier movies, right?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n It certainly is. Wide shots, for those unfamiliar with the lingo of cinematography, are spacious, open compositions, often full-body views of characters and their surroundings (frequently used for broad-scale action or establishing shots). Medium-wides are slightly closer, but still allow us to observe multiple characters and their surroundings. The \u201ctight shots\u201d that Schoonmaker references as more typical of Scorsese\u2019s earlier work are the medium shots, close-ups and extreme close-ups that place the camera (and thus the viewer) right in the middle of the melee.<\/p>\n Take, as an example, one of Scorsese\u2019s most effective sequences, the murder of Billy Batts (Frank Vincent) in his 1990 crime drama, \u201cGoodfellas.\u201d<\/a> When Tommy DeVito (Joe Pesci) and Jimmy Conway (Robert De Niro) kill Batts, it\u2019s dramatized in a flurry of setups and rapid-fire edits: from a three-shot of Tommy\u2019s initial punch, to an overhead shot of Batts hitting the floor, a low-angle composition (from Batts\u2019s point of view) of Tommy pummeling him with his fists, then an already-dollying camera that tracks Henry (Ray Liotta) as he goes to lock the bar\u2019s front door. Scorsese cuts back to Tommy landing more punches, then cuts to Jimmy contributing a series of kicks, with a quick insert of a particularly nasty one landing on Batts\u2019s brutalized face. We then see, briefly, Tommy holding a gun, Henry reacting to all of this in shock, more kicks from Jimmy and more punches from Tommy, as blood spurts from Batts\u2019s face.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n It\u2019s a signature Scorsese scene, combining unflinching brutality, dark humor and incongruent music (the jukebox is blasting Donovan\u2019s midtempo ballad \u201cAtlantis\u201d). It\u2019s a tough, ugly bit of business \u2014 and it\u2019s also pleasurable. There is, in this sequence and much of Scorsese\u2019s crime filmography, a thrill to his staging and cutting that is often infectious.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n He\u2019s such an electrifying filmmaker that even when dramatizing upsetting and difficult events, we find ourselves swept into the visceral virtuosity of his mise-en-sc\u00e8ne. It\u2019s this duality, the discomfort of enjoying the actions of criminals or killers or vigilantes, that makes his pictures so potent: Jake LaMotta\u2019s beatings in \u201cRaging Bull,\u201d the high-speed execution of Johnny Boy in \u201cMean Streets\u201d<\/a> and particularly the gun-toting rampage of Travis Bickle at the end of \u201cTaxi Driver\u201d<\/a> are all the more disturbing because of the spell Scorsese casts.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n That\u2019s not how the violence works in \u201cThe Irishman\u201d and \u201cKillers of the Flower Moon.\u201d When people die in these films, it\u2019s grim, nasty, divergent in every way from the dirty kicks of \u201cGoodfellas\u201d or \u201cCasino\u201d (1995). In \u201cThe Irishman,\u201d Sally Bugs<\/a> (Louis Cancelmi) is dispatched in two setups, one wide and one medium, bang bang bang; the deaths of Whispers DiTullio<\/a> (Paul Herman) and Crazy Joe Gallo<\/a> (Sebastian Maniscalco) are likewise framed wide, hard and fast \u2014 simple, bloody, done. One of the film\u2019s most upsetting scenes, when Frank (De Niro) drags his young daughter to the corner grocery store so she can watch him beat up a shopkeeper, is staged with similar simplicity: Scorsese keeps the scene to a single wide shot as Frank goes in, drags the man over his counter, smashes him through the door, kicks him, beats him and stomps on his hand. Scorsese cuts away only once \u2014 to the little girl\u2019s horrified reaction.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n Scorsese carries this sparseness into \u201cKillers of the Flower Moon.\u201d An early montage of Osage people on their deathbeds concludes with the murder of Charlie Whitehorn (Anthony J. Harvey), who is killed in two cold, complementary medium-wides. Another character is hooded on the street, dragged into an alley and stabbed to death, with all of the action in two wide shots; a third is knocked down in one wide shot, then thrashed to death in a low-angle medium. The mayhem is over before it even starts.<\/p>\n \u201cWhen I was growing up, I was in situations where everything was fine \u2014 and then, suddenly, violence broke out,\u201d Scorsese told the film critic Richard Schickel in 2011. \u201cYou didn\u2019t get a sense of where it was coming from, what was going to happen. You just knew that the atmosphere was charged, and, bang, it happened.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n That feeling \u2014 that \u201cbang, it happened\u201d \u2014 is what makes the violence in \u201cKillers\u201d so upsetting. The most jarring and scary death comes early, with the murder of Sara Butler (Jennifer Rader) as she attends to her baby in a carriage; it\u2019s all done in one medium wide shot, a pop and a burst of blood. A late-film courtroom flashback to an inciting murder is even more gutting, because we know it\u2019s coming, so as the characters walk into the wide shot and arrange themselves, it\u2019s more tense than any of Scorsese\u2019s breathless montages could ever be.<\/p>\n In contrast to the constant needle drops of \u201cGoodfellas\u201d or \u201cCasino,\u201d the murders in \u201cKillers\u201d and \u201cThe Irishman\u201d often occur without musical accompaniment, nothing to soften or smother the cold crack of a single gunshot. This is most haunting in the closing stretch of \u201cThe Irishman,\u201d as Frank makes the long, sad trip to kill his friend Jimmy Hoffa (Al Pacino). It\u2019s an order from on high, and Frank is merely a foot soldier, so he can\u2019t do a thing about his pal\u2019s fate but dwell. Scorsese makes us dwell with him, lingering on every detail, filling the soundtrack with the thick, heavy silence of surrender. And when the time comes, Scorsese stages one of the most famous unsolved murders of our time with a glum, doomed inevitability, as Frank stands behind Hoffa, puts two into him, drags him to the middle of the freshly laid carpet, and leaves.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n In these films, Scorsese has stripped his violence of its flourishes and curlicues, boiling it down to its essence. Of the comparatively restrained violence of his \u201cGangs of New York\u201d (2002), Scorsese told Schickel, \u201cI don\u2019t really want to do it anymore \u2014 after doing the killing of Joe Pesci and his brother in \u2018Casino,\u2019<\/a> in the cornfield. If you look at it, it isn\u2019t shot in any special way. It doesn\u2019t have any choreography to it. It doesn\u2019t have any style to it, it\u2019s just flat. It\u2019s not pretty. There was nothing more to do than to show what that way of life leads to.\u201d<\/p>\n Perhaps Scorsese was ready to dramatize violence as he remembered it, rather than how he\u2019d seen it in the movies. Or perhaps, at age 80, he is acutely aware of his own mortality, and that awareness is affecting how he sees and presents death in his own work. Scorsese ends \u201cThe Irishman\u201d with Frank literally picking out his own coffin and crypt; side characters are all introduced with onscreen text detailing their eventual deaths (\u201cFrank Sindone \u2014 shot three times in an alley, 1980\u201d). It\u2019s coming for everyone, the director seems to insist, not in a razzle-dazzle set piece, but in a sudden moment of brutality, shrouded in a cold, endless silence.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n