Is this thing back?
Anyone who lived through the undignified relish with which the nation â this writer included â greeted the trailer for John Patrick Shanleyâs fat-headed Micksploitation comedy could be forgiven for believing the film had long ago passed through the collective bowel and flushed where waste matter belongs. It says something about our insecurity that we so savour getting apoplectic at any such caricature of the national psyche.
Aside from anything else, the accents really arenât that terrible. Emily Blunt and Jamie Dornan achieve a tolerable generic Irishness that generously extends vowels to all four provinces within each sentence. A decade or two ago, we would have applauded Christopher Walken for making a decent fist of his elderly bogman.