There is a degree of maturity and patience in “The Irishman” that is unlike anything I have seen. This could only be accomplished by a director like Martin Scorsese. He somehow makes the most mundane and unassuming scenes so damn entertaining. With a three-and-a-half-hour runtime, one would expect frequent bombastic scenes to keep the audience engaged. However, Scorsese seldom implements violence, and when he does, it’s thoroughly gripping. Most of the time, Scorsese elongates scenes by holding the camera on a face longer than expected. Instead of looking away, you look closer and consider what thoughts are racing through the character’s head.