I don't stand a chance of articulating how this movie made me feel, but I ran the gamut of emotions watching this unfold before me. Wonderment, unease, angst, anger, disgust, disbelief, sadness, despondency, anger again. It's unfathomable that this even happened, let alone how little it's known about by the wider masses. An important movie that is beautifully composed; it's just a shame the subject matter is so ugly and disheartening. I must rally against the negativity surrounding the runtime. I'm usually the first to call out a movie for crossing the 120-minute barrier, but Scorsese's ability to weave such a succinct story makes this one roll by so spritely, I barely realised the time going. I'll probably never watch this again but I’m glad I saw it through, it really is a masterful piece of cinema that proves Scorsese is more than just a name; he’s still a master of the craft, and I hope he’s still got many more projects left in him before he folds up the chair for the last time.