As a major fan of 'In Bruges' and 'Three Billboards', I couldn't wait to see this film. Made a big night of it with friends who are equally in awe of Martin McDonagh's work. If you are expecting ANYTHING close to 'In Bruges', you will not find any of that humour here. You will find the acting skills of Farrell and Gleeson again, but you will be left waiting minute after minute for the humour to burst out. It never does.
The cinema audience had a few chuckles, which frankly felt forced because we were all invested in making this humorous to justify our love of McDonagh, to validate the hype, to not feel we're missing something. We are all post-graduates so we're aware of our Shakespeare comedies and tragedies (see other reviews) - and we were all left VERY disappointed.
This is a mis-billed film and the trailer heavily implies another dark comedy that you'll find once you watch the full film. In reality, it's nothing but darkness, slowness, and a teaser to wrack your brains into working out what the heck the point was.
The best I can do is say it's an allusion to rural living pre modern age, when our grandparents would tell stories of their parents and neighbours who bore grudges, and over generations in the pubs the stories became ever more fanciful with the telling, so that in the end we never really know the truth.
The cinema audience had a few chuckles, which frankly felt forced because we were all invested in making this humorous to justify our love of McDonagh, to validate the hype, to not feel we're missing something. We are all post-graduates so we're aware of our Shakespeare comedies and tragedies (see other reviews) - and we were all left VERY disappointed.
This is a mis-billed film and the trailer heavily implies another dark comedy that you'll find once you watch the full film. In reality, it's nothing but darkness, slowness, and a teaser to wrack your brains into working out what the heck the point was.
The best I can do is say it's an allusion to rural living pre modern age, when our grandparents would tell stories of their parents and neighbours who bore grudges, and over generations in the pubs the stories became ever more fanciful with the telling, so that in the end we never really know the truth.