Hey there cool cats and/or kittens.
I am on annual leave from work, which is a nice change of pace. It turns out working in the NHS taxes you physically and mentally, so a week or so to recoup the old batteries is a necessity. Granted in my case its a mix of video games and shooting stuff for the Barbatachtian film rather than travel (that’s in January I guess), but sometimes the win you get isn’t the win that you planned. Of course, I hate planning stuff so yay… I guess.
I saw The Banshess of Inisherin yesterday. It’s the spiritual successor to In Bruge, which is an absolute banger of a film, a witty and poetic travel film, with some of the most quotable dialogue you’ll ever see and a sufficient amount of pathos in amongst the trappings of a ‘gangster’ film (for lack of a better term.)
Well, this film is nothing like that.
I mean it stars Colin and Brendan, but tonally it’s a far sadder piece. I don’t mean sad as in lacking quality, it’s more a reflection of the tragic nature of the material, the breakdown of a friendship used as an analogy for how pointless and stupid the concept of war is, where after a while the reason for the conflict fades into insignificance and its just people fighting for the sake of fighting.
The performances are fantastic and heartbreaking, as is the script.
I won’t say its an easy film to watch, and it does require a fair bit of life experience to get the most out of. When you hit a certain point in your life, you find a lot of friendships that you held dear fall apart, sometimes for legitimate reasons and sometimes just because people change, and sometimes for no reason at all. The march of time holds for no one, and this film showcases that for all to see.
In a just world, Colin would get an Oscar for this. They take away the charm and the swagger inherent in his performances and portray him as a man many call ‘nice’ but has a dark undercurrent that comes more and more to play as the story goes on, but not in the way you’d expect. Its a career best performance from him, yet sadly it isn’t showy enough for the Oscar team, lacking any sexy ‘I AM AN ACTOR’ moments, rather being subtle and tear-jerking in its portrayal of a man who can see his life ebbing away and nothing he does so stop it works, indeed it just makes it worse.
Highly recommended, if you’re in the mood for a genuinely brilliant film.
If you want schlock, well…