I came across someone on the net lately asking about this film, 'What's actually *in* the Book?'. I couldn't blame them. Though it's visually awesome, this film totally fudges that question. In case anyone reading this also doesn't know, the Book of Kells is an early medieval illuminated copy of the Christian Gospels. It wasn't inspired by any magic talisman or Pater-esque ideology of 'beauty', but by the faith of a deeply devout Christian land. That vagueness creates a hollow where the film's heart should be.
If you're going to try to make films about Ireland's heritage - which is laudable - it's no good stopping half-way. Be true, or leave it alone.
If you're going to try to make films about Ireland's heritage - which is laudable - it's no good stopping half-way. Be true, or leave it alone.