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Starring Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson
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Poundshop Sopranos starring Colin Farrell looking like a Colin Farrell making a desperate plunge to be remembered as a Not-a-Dickhead and not the dickhead he’sincreasingly appeared to be over the past decade. He’s good. Brendan Gleeson’s better, with the sad bleary eyes of an always-also-man peering out of his weather-smacked face. They trade lines written by a coked-up up twelve year old boy, dialogue that’s just as stupid and good as that sounds, words about dwarves and shooting people and medieval masonry, an alternate reality Boondock Saints by a man who actually knows what he’s doing most of the time. The funnies and gunnies never sit easily next to each other and the tone slips about like Farrell in one of his home-videos, whilst the always despicable Ralph Fiennes shows up for the final third with a stage-school cock-a-knee accent, looking like a posh, face-stretched Christopher Eccleston and bludgeoning whatever subtle delights the film had hinted at beforehand. If you like him you’ll be fienne, but watching Peter Serafinowicz’s jitteringly pervy take a few years ago will ruin whatever credentials Fiennes had before his nose fell off and he started showcasing the most ridiculous giggle in cinematic history.
The film’s pretty great really, all whippy wannabe-Quentin dialogue and bleary philosophy shifts, probably holding up to a repeated viewing that it’d be great to be bothered with. There’s an admirable attempt to try an old story in a new setting and an off-kilter wobbliness to the whole thing that never quite goes far enough but remains pretty charming and discombobulating all the same. Again, like most things in the modern world, it’s a problem of perception and expectation. The past couple of years have chucked the film into the cult hit bucket, and it can’t possibly live up to the lofty ideals of being thrown around the blogosphere and poured out of cultural mouths for the umpteenth paragraph. Still, a great lump of redemption for Farrell, and a fitting prequel for the nightmare that was Daredevil, where Colin wakes up, carves a target into his head and tries to poke bits of church into the stoned, bleary eyes of Ben Affleck. Actually, that sounds pretty good. Maybe it’s time to watch Daredevil again and OH GOD NO LOOK AT THAT TRAILER HOW HAD THE WORLD FORGOTTEN JENNIFER GARNER SHE’S AWFUL AHHH GODDDDDDDD
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