This movie could have been great. Instead of stupid cliches and depictions of Irish people as if they are caricatures of themselves, they could have created something worthwhile. The scenery is gorgeous. Emily Blunt is a good actress, Jamie is a good actor, both beautiful people, Christopher Waken is one of the greats. And that's where the good things stop. The script is childish, the costumes laughable, the humor nonexistent. Emily is dressed as a 70-year-old spinster living in 1973 rural Ireland where phones were scarce, and the only shop was the post office. For a minute, I thought the movie was set in 1973, but no, it is current, a no Covid 2020. John Ham's New York savvy character rents a Rolls Royce to impress his 2 relatives at the farm in the middle of nowhere. Well, it was at a picnic with the neighbors. He gifts his cousin a fancy classic Burberry trench coat to wear in the fields. Jamie, poor Jamie, did not know what it was when he opened the box. Anyway, you get the picture. The movie also has no rhythm, no pulse; it is lukewarm all way through. Do yourself a favor and trust the bad reviews. They are all correct. Don't watch this garbage.
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