As if still fueled by all that nose candy at the end of GoodFellas, Scorsese’s desert follow-up Casino
is the highest-grade Marty party, with all the tricks of his middle
period deployed as often as possible. The double-down on stimulants like
superfluous narration can be wearying—how much of Joe Pesci’s
parrotlike voice does an audience really need?—but they achieve an
operatic excess. Somebody with energy to burn should do a count of how
many zoom-pans are in Casino’s 178 minutes: I counted one every two seconds in a single 26-second montage.
- Showing at: Laurelhurst, presented by Beer and Movie fest.
- Best paired with: New Belgium Cocoa Mole.
- Also showing: A Separation (Laurelhurst), Wanderlust (Academy, Laurelhurst).