Yet another tale of gay doom and gloom...of another sad old closet case and his rosy cheeked ruffian of a love object...of unrequited lust with the inevitable gay-bashing episode thrown in...this time set in Dublin in 1960 - not that you'd tell from the inappropriate haircuts or Finney's dreadful accent!
What was the point...really? The film tells us nothing new. It neither illuminates or entertains. Why cast English actors faking the "Orish"? Why bother casting Brenda Fricker in such a nothing role? And as for referencing Oscar Wilde yet again? *YAWN* Change the record, why don't you?!!
Despite its "Fairytale" ending - like would his passengers really have publicly stood up for a "sodomite" in Catholic Ireland in the 60s? - Dream on! - this film plays out like a rehash of worn out old gay clichés.
Inauthentic, dull and clichéd. Not recommended.
What was the point...really? The film tells us nothing new. It neither illuminates or entertains. Why cast English actors faking the "Orish"? Why bother casting Brenda Fricker in such a nothing role? And as for referencing Oscar Wilde yet again? *YAWN* Change the record, why don't you?!!
Despite its "Fairytale" ending - like would his passengers really have publicly stood up for a "sodomite" in Catholic Ireland in the 60s? - Dream on! - this film plays out like a rehash of worn out old gay clichés.
Inauthentic, dull and clichéd. Not recommended.