‘Killers of the Flower Moon’ review: Scorsese and DiCaprio score

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the notoriously long “The Irishman.” Runtime, of course, was the at-home audience’s No. 1 beef with the Netflix gangster flick.

But good old reliable Marty pulls it off again, addictively unraveling a tale that’s almost too terrible to be true with panache, gusto and just the right amount of cultural respect.

Plus, it’s phenomenally entertaining. Scorsese remains one of the very, very few directors who can craft an “important” movie that’s also stylish and easy to devour.

It’s hard to believe it’s been 10 years since he last teamed up with Leonardo DiCaprio in the much bouncier “The Wolf of Wall Street.” They’re together again — no coke and hookers this time — for their sixth collaboration, which, for DiCaprio, is also his greasiest.With a shrewd combo of exploded Southern personality and dark realism, he plays Ernest Burkhart, a sniveling sleazeball who comes to Fairfax, Oklahoma, in the 1920s to live with his uncle Bill (Robert De Niro) and work there as a cab driver.