THE IRISHMAN

The Emperor’s Old Clothes? One flask of coffee. Two croissants,  a bottle of water and 3 1/2 hours later and I have watched The Irishman on the  big screen, reclining in the luxuriousness of the Odeon Luxe cinema in Leicester Square at 8am  on  a Sunday morning.  Fairly glued to the screen, I didn’t move (as did few others), didn’t …