Mr. Scorsese

There are barely a handful of American directors who have been making movies for more than half a century and still working at the top of their craft and Martin Scorsese is one of them.

The rest are these guys

But that’s not the only reason to watch Mr. Scorsese, the excellent five-part documentary of his life and films, now streaming on Apple TV.

Rather it’s the candor in which the director, his family, and his long-time friends and collaborators so openly lift a veil of privacy to share his flaws, his genius, his often volatile nature and lifelong devotion to film, as well as his obsessive fervor and determination to make each of his movies to the absolute best of everyone’s abilities, especially his own.

MR. SCORSESE (2025): New Trailer For Documentary About Film Director Martin  Scorsese… | The Movie My Life
The man behind the eyebrows

Never a part of Hollywood (Note: Whatever that is) and yet an undeniable part of Hollywood film history for present and future generations, Marty, as almost everyone calls him (Note: Except Daniel Day-Lewis, who for some reason only uses the more formal Martin) is that rare documentary subject that emerges not so much noble or admirable but merely very human and very, very, very hard-working. 

So much so that when you’re done with the five-hours it’s hard not to feel you should immediately get to work on your next six projects and begin considering the seven others that could be percolating on the back-burner. (Note: Whether you’re in show business or not).

Get to work Chairy!

Yet as directed by feature filmmaker, documentarian, novelist and former actress Rebecca Miller, Mr. Scorsese, more than anything else, is a true portrait of an artist.

You meet the short, asthmatic kid who grew up in Queens and Little Italy among professional gangsters and street bullies that became the inspiration for so much of the subject matter he covered in movies like Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Good Fellas and Casino.  But you also meet the devoted Italian Catholic kid who studied for the priesthood and made The Last Temptation of Christ, Kundun and Silence.  Not to mention, the lifelong movie fan who brought his encyclopedic knowledge of cinema to New York, New York, The Color of Money and The Aviator. Even the director-for-hire who was so able to bring himself to other people’s projects –  Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, The King of Comedy and The Departed, to name a few – and transform them into award-winning cinema that captured the zeitgeist of their times.

Cheers to you, Marty

Still, this is not so much a lesson in film history than a fairly unvarnished exploration in what makes a person in the public eye we feel we somewhat “know,” tick.  There are many dozens of interviews, mostly new but others archival, including a significant amount with the director himself, detailing his drug use, periods of clinical depression, faltering marriages and unbridled fits of rage and frustration with not only his career, but his failure at life.

Among them are also a lot of incredibly funny stories about his “lacks,” often told in a self-deprecating manner by Mr. Scorsese himself.  Despite his gargantuan successes, the amount of times the director went from being at the top of the directing heap to virtually “dead” in the business (Note: His words, not mine) become head-spinning and almost comical.  While it doesn’t seem like someone at his “level” (Note: Again, whatever that means) would have to go butt heads with studio moguls or beg for money, Scorsese jokes that he’s been there a lot.  He even recounts one hilarious story where he threw the desk of someone he perceived to be a studio spy out a third floor window, admitting that right after he did it he was told it wasn’t even the right desk.

Oops?

I’ve seen every Scorsese film with the exception od Silence (2016) (Note: Some snowy night in front of the fire, as Joseph Mankiewicz wrote for Margo Channing to say in All About Eve) so by the end of Mr. Scorsese I wondered if there was anything significant I or the documentary hadn’t covered.. 

That is besides his 2024 Chanel commercial with Timothee Chalamet. Note: Ok, here it is:

Turns out there was one thing.

Ten years ago Marty directed an amusing 16 minute short film called The Audition, starring Robert De Niro and Leonardo DiCaprio playing fictional versions of themselves.  It was essentially made as a promotional tool for a new casino in Macau at a reported cost of $70 million, and has never been released theatrically, but, well, okay, you can watch it here:

The premise is that De Niro and DiCaprio arrive separately in Manila, run into each other, and find they’re both up for the same lead role in Scorsese’s next feature film. Written by his Boardwalk Empire collaborator Terrence Winter (Scorsese directed the pilot of the hit HBO series that Winter created, winning an Emmy in the process), it plays on a generational rivalry between the two stars and frequent Scorsese leading men as they try to one-up each other in front of the boss in order to land the role.

Scorsese being… well… Scorsese, even the short doesn’t take the easy way out.  Not only are both stars  full of themselves, but so is the fictional version of the director.  He’s clandestinely pitted them against one other, siding with each in different moments, until finally Brad Pitt shows up to make his cameo appearance by the end (Note: You know he’s coming at some point because he gets third billing). 

After that, well, you can probably figure it out what happens to the two Scorsese veterans.

Leonardo DiCaprio and Robert De Niro are starring in Martin Scorsese's next  movie
They beat each other up with their awards?

The quick, stylish directorial touches, clever asides (Note: I particularly loved the moment an annoyed De Niro begins imitating DiCaprio in disdain) and morally questionable behavior of the characters of the “director” “and his “actors,” are everything we come to expect from the Scorsese “brand.” (Note: Coined before that term was a de rigueur thing for anyone doing any job in the business).

But what’s most memorable about The Audition is just how keenly aware Mr. Scorsese is of the fact that to be in entertainment industry means that even when you reach the brand level of a Scorsese, you will spend the rest of your life, now and likely well into the hereafter, forever auditioning, often in uncomfortable, demeaning or even faux-demeaning situations.

The question is – will you let it get the best of you, or will you make the best of it?

Liza Minnelli – “New York, New York”

No Kings

Nearly 7 million people showed up to the No Kings rallies on Saturday to protest Trump administration policies and to stand up for freedom of speech and against fascism in America.

I was one of them.

Just me and Lady Lib, busy on a Saturday

Oh, no applause, please.  I had to do something – if, for nothing else, my psychological well-being.  

Though in actuality, it was much more than that. When donating money, calling and writing your representatives, and challenging strangers at the supermarket or at a random dinner party – all of which I do frequently (Note: And the latter two as recently as last week) – are not enough, it helps to get off your lazy, whiny, doom-scrolling ass, take to the streets and be counted.

In truth, it’s the least you can do for your nearly 250 year-old country, an experiment in democracy that was never expected to succeed.

The original “No Kings” marchers

As cynical as I am, it amazed me to hear the current Speaker of the House of Representatives publicly call this demonstration of freedom a “Hate America Rally.”

Demonstration and Dissent are the literal means by which our Democracy was founded. #TheThreeDs

Or as one of many hundreds of truly clever signs at the rally I attended in L.A. at Roxbury Park noted: “ NO KINGS – Our Founding Fathers Demanded It.”

A couple thousand of my closest friends

The majority of the 2600 #NoKings rallies were in the United States but some extended worldwide – through almost all of Europe, as well as to Japan, Costa Rica and, of course, our neighbors, Canada and Mexico. (Note: Whatever they’re thinking, just quadruple it for me).

I attended with my sister, one of my favorite people in the world.  

Pair of Chairs

One of my other favorites, my husband, was down for the count after dental surgery but urged me to go as I planned instead of staying home with him because he thought it would brighten me up.  

Also, I don’t know how much fun it would be post-surgery to have someone next to you simultaneously doom scrolling and cursing at the television while watching news coverage on MSNBC, so it could’ve been a bit of self-preservation.

Nevertheless, he was correct as usual.

The signs did not disappoint #woof

I have long believed our political situation in the T—p Era is not the Dems vs. the Repubs or progressive vs. conservative.  Rather, it so obviously seems to be democracy vs. fascism; multi-culturalism vs. white supremacy; Christian nationalism vs. everyone else

And on Saturday it was reconfirmed to me thousands of times over that I have by far not been the only person to feel this way.

… and dissent is patriotic

Several thousand or more surrounded me and my sister, carrying signs and placards, chatting us up or chanting through bullhorns or to passersby variations of much the same thing.

Not only that, the pithy original slogan I had thought up to put on my own sign (Note: Had I thought to buy the posterboard and marker ahead of time) – “THIS QUEEN SAYS NO KINGS” – was literally being held high in the air by another queen right behind us.

Wish I had thought of this one!

Old people, young people, middle-aged people and people of the kind of indeterminate age you can only encounter in Los Angeles.  They were all there.  Wealthy, middle-class and I venture to say the not much money class.  Millionaires and those on fixed incomes.

How do I know?

Well, see, contrary to popular belief, here in L.A. we do speak to each other.  A really well-off woman shared with us a story of marrying a very wealthy guy decades ago when she was “younger and 20 pounds lighter” who was in real estate.  Said guy took her to an industry event, introduced her to T—p and, as she put it, “he felt me up all over.  He was disgusting even then!”

barf

Of course, she didn’t just volunteer out of nowhere.  She only came out with it when I shared that my sister and I were from his hometown in Queens.

Then there was the 80 plus year old smiley senior woman who several times drove her car around the block so she could honk in support of us protesters.  Later on in the day she walked by on foot brandishing a ticket a policeman gave her for “cruising” in her car, and lamented about how she would pay it on a fixed income from a social security check of $748 per month she wasn’t even sure she was getting. 

Angelenos are a special kind of people

I wish that I’d had more than $23 bucks in my wallet or thought to say something encouraging before she moved on and found comfort somewhere else.  Which she certainly did, given the crowd, the people and the “vibe.” (Note: #Bitchin’).

Speaking of comfort, you haven’t lived until you’ve stood at a curb holding a sign and received that many hundreds of wide smiles and waves from people in passing cars, that many extended and staccato car horns of support (Note: Sooo many different tones!, and found yourself met with more thumbs up and nods of approval than you have ever received in…well, your entire life.)

Even the dogs got in on it

My favorite came from a handsome cop in an official Los Angeles police cruiser who tipped his hat slightly and nodded in approval of what we were all doing.  I took it to mean, even though I’m in uniform, I still believe in democracy.  

As did those in Mercedes, BMWs, Teslas, Toyotas, Hondas, Chryslers, Ford Trucks, Jeeps, VWs and various non-descript mini-vans and falling apart Kias.

In fact, the only negative reaction came from two different women in two different Porsches an hour apart.  One gave a thumbs down and the other gave us the finger.

… so let them

Make of that what you will but don’t give it too much thought.

Americans are awake, alert, angry and pissed-off.  

Especially in L.A.

Not to mention Creative.  

Man, once again the signs.

My favorite was the woman holding a large poster with a small photo of Anne Frank surrounded by the big bolded words:

WHY PROTEST?  Because It’s Easier Than Hiding A Family In My Attic…..

amen sister

L’Chaim, America.

And here are some snapshots.

Pavement – “No More Kings”