After recently watching An Cailín Ciúin, Arracht and Black ’47, I had high hopes for the Banshees of Inisherin (although mistakenly I did not watch the trailer) but after the first “feckin’”, or I should say multiple “feckins”, within the first 30 seconds of the movie, I knew I was in for a long 2 hours.
At first, it seemed we were only going to be introduced to one moron, that being Barry Keoghan’s guy, who played the biggest retard on the island. I’m not sure what accent he was trying to portray but it certainly wasn’t Irish. As time went on, we were introduced to moron after moron after moron, basically everyone on the island was retarded. Oh, apart from the sister (forget her name) who hates men, of course, and says “feckin’” in every sentence.
There are two scenes in the Confession Box, both blasphemous, one particularly awful one, where Brendan Gleeson’s character (name also forgotten) is asked by the priest if he ever has impure thoughts about men. He replies “no, have you?” which leads to the priest entering a frenzy of “fucking this and fucking that” while still in the confession box. The boomers surrounding me burst out laughing. I try to imagine what they are thinking “haha priest said f word in church haha so funny, sure didn’t the Irish go everywhere” etc. At one point, Colin Farrell’s character sees fighting of the civil war coming from the mainland. His throwaway comment “whatever it is you’re fighting over” further added to the disdain shown towards our history.
This brings me onto my next point, boomers. As I sat there looking reminiscent of the infamous Patrick Bateman gif where he’s looking down the camera with a death stare, I tried to get into the mind of the boomer. I concluded that the majority of them were laughing, not because they found it funny, but because they were told it was a comedy. If they were told it was a thriller or a horror etc. they would act accordingly. No, I will not elaborate (for now).
Back to the movie. The best way I could sum it up would be if Gaeltwitter directed a parody of what r/Ireland thinks it means to be Irish. The whole film could have been 10 minutes long, if Colin Farrell’s character (it’s not so much that I forget their names, more so I refuse to learn them) wasn’t such a capper and had have taken no for an answer. Instead, we are taking on a 2-hour journey of the most nonsensical, farfetched story you’ve ever heard.
The sense of relief I had when the movie ended has genuinely led me to forget the ending, although I remember thinking “that was a dogshit ending to an equally dogshit movie”. I can only imagine the 15-minute standing ovation this got at whatever snob film festival, was from foreigners laughing at how tic the Irish are. It’s no wonder we’re seen as a soft touch when nonsense like this is how we’re portrayed in the mainstream.
You may be thinking “why, Lanklet Dev, did you stay till the end if it was so bad?” My answer “you leave films early because you dislike them. I stay to develop my arc. We are not the same.”
P.S. if you’re looking for good Irish films, I highly recommend the 3 mentioned in the opening paragraph.