A film about an episode from Native American is a rare thing, which is why this one leaves such a bitter taste in the mouth.
The cinematography is gorgeous, of course, and the drama never dips – it is a Scorsese flick, after all. But its aesthetic and structuring also feels overly familiar, which added to the acridity. Because, rather than a film about Native Americans, Killers of the Flower Moon is about the white men who pillaged a Native American community. It ultimately feels like grave robbery itself, with Scorsese raiding Osage history and remaking it in his image.
*Spoilers henceforth*