When Frank killed Hoffa…
Now we may get into the discussion of whether Hoffa just disappeared, escaped, was killed or all of it in order, but the highlight in the post is that it was that one scene – an act of one second – that define the whole movie and has the most impact on it.
When Frank gets into that car, insists that he wants to sit at the back, looks around the room and the people when he gets to the house and eventually picks up Jimmy Hoffa, all this time Martin Scorcese ( you Conniving Son of a B%$#%) makes you think and hope and pray that Frank is not going to kill Hoffa. Hoffa enters the room, Frank takes out his gun apparently to kill the guys who would have been waiting in the room, Hoffa says fuck it let’s get out, and Frank kind of reaches to open the door as well, and we all think thank god it is over. But then comes the shocker ( or was it?)! Bam bam, 2 cold blooded shots and Hoffa drops down. No emotions shown then, Frank drags the body, keeps the gun on it and walks away.
No, no, no , no..you think. The guy you have been listening to, the guy who seemed like a nice guy killing only mobsters who are shown as assholes in the movie, kills a “good” guy ? But then you think about the reality of being there, in his position, in that kind of a “business” where you ever know who could shoot you. The conundrum that you face of killing your best pals with “nothing personal, just business” because otherwise they will kill you. But the best part of the movie, embodied by that particular scene was that all this was done such a subtle way by the director that you did not need any actor to tell you “why”! The whole movie seemed to have those 2 second as the core of the movie, the rest seemed B.C. or A.D.
The scene that define the movie! 