Review
The four most dreaded words for a film critic are, “What did you think?” And never have they been more problematic than when it comes to Killers of the Flower Moon, Martin Scorsese’s adaptation of David Grann’s 2017 book of the same name.
In that gripping, magisterial account, Grann chronicled in sickening detail how a group of Osage Indians in 1920s Oklahoma were exploited, terrorised and murdered in a series of mysterious crimes.
It wasn’t a complete surprise that the culprits turned out to be the white neighbours – politicians, businessmen, friends and even loved ones – who pretended to be the Osages’ allies.
Although the literal crime would eventually be
