Martin McDonagh’s ’20s era Irish chamber piece is a highly polished prize of social commentary.
So exquisitely crafted, “The Banshees of Inisherin” could work well as a Broadway play.
Martin McDonagh has usurped Lars von Trier at his own game. You want Dogme 95; here it is.
The work has a Shakespearean quality to it.
Personal, private, and communal forces drive McDonagh’s thoughtful characters.
There is nothing flashy here, no fat on the bone.
Colin Farrell’s and Brendan Gleeson’s welcome return to working with Martin McDonagh, since doing “In Bruges” together in 2008, is something to savor.
Farrell and Gleeson deserve their reputations as two of the finest actors working today.
The tale of a break up between two close male buddies living on a tiny [fictitious] island, proves to be a great jumping off point for contemplating who we choose to spend our time with, and why.
Mental illness, it seems, might be contagious.
“The Banshees of Inisherin” brutally connects to the heart, mind, and soul of its viewer.
Confucius comes into play. “Seek revenge and you should dig two graves, one for yourself.”
Hala-feckin-luya.
Rated R. 114 mins.
