Anna Paquin, as the adult Peggy Sheeran, watches her father disappear into the television. The daughter’s suspicions have only grown with age. Her sister Dolores would later tell the Daily Mail, “I know now that he killed his friend Jimmy…he had no choice, he was acting on orders. If he hadn’t done it, he would have been killed.” Here’s is a good excuse to press pause and watch The Iceman Confessions.
A flurry of white hands wrestles the pistol from Jerome Johnson at the Unity Day rally.
Sheeran narrates the inevitability, “Sooner or later, everyone put here has a date of when he’s going to go.” The Irishman stands front and center at his friend’s coffin, about to be planted at the Denison Cemetery in Forty Fort, Pennsylvania. Russell Bufalino died on February 25th, 1994 at the ripe ol’ age of 90, just five years after being released from a ten-year stint in prison.
Sheeran’s car slowly pulls through the wash. A “Where’s Jimmy Hoffa” sticker slapped jokingly on the bumper. The killer keeping up with appearances.
The phone call that began the trailer reaches its crescendo with Hoffa asking Sheeran, “Would you like to be a part of this history?” The de-aged De Niro gives it a short thought. “Yes, I would,” he says. “Whatever you need me to do, I’m available.” At least one of those voices will come to regret that answer.
The final words go to Pesci and Russell Bufalino, “He likes to talk, don’t he?” Sheeran only nods. The Irishman looks to do The Godfather trilogy all in one go, taking Frank Sheeran from his early thug days all the way to his pathetic death in 2003. The de-aging technology allows Scorsese to cast these Cosa Nostra creatures in ways never previously attempted. De Niro gets to tell the whole story, every little inch of it. Whether the technology is ready or not, the concept is golden.
The Irishman premieres on Netflix this Fall.
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