Kind of ashamed to admit that I enjoyed this?
It was just so CAMP. The bagpipes and the shots of the highlands stirred my ancestral spirits and the colour grade just made everything look so GREEN!
Totally historically inaccurate and MY GOD some of the representations in there were appalling but I still had fun. Sue me!!
It’s only a matter of time before my Spotify On Repeat reflects the Bob Dylan flu I’ve caught again after watching this film - no one come and save me!!
I would sell a kidney to be able to go back and see him perform live in the 60s (it’s also not hard to imagine he would reject this very notion) and that’s why I love him.
Only Bobby could make long fingernails this socially acceptable, only Bobby could make me want to learn the Harmonica.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Despite the undeniable chemistry between Farrell and Gleeson, the rare and refreshing portrayal of a friendship breakup and the peppered pornographic shots of the Irish coastline, the absence of hope in this film made me want to cut off my own fingers. And for what?
