#4) The Irishman, by Martin Scorsese (2019)

Frank Sheeran (Robert DeNiro) is a hitman entirely driven by his fear of something harsher than death: finality . If there’s any truth to religion, death is less an end, more a transition, but finality is an unalterable blackness to which no consciousness will wake from. Of course, death is it’s closest relation, and Frank is exposed to a world where death is at the forefront of his reality – it’s real to him in a way it’s not to you and I, and he can only carry the attitude as long as it’s not me to survive. He probably developed this in World War II, where death was first nature. His killing of two unarmed Nazis, digging their own grave, will be the most buildup we get for any of his kills. In Frank’s eyes, this is a story about survival. But for us, it’s a story about stories. These are the kinds of stories we tell when we’re scrambling to make meaning of life with the looming shadow of death approaching. Many have widely misinterpreted that this is a film about the events lea...