NEXT IN RECENTLY MINTED GENRE, Irish comedy noir, this contemporary Western set on the scabby side of Dublin
features the dependable Brendan Gleeson, from In Bruges, as potty-mouthed gangster Perrier, prone to philosophising and putting one in the brain.
It’s a familiar but gutsy routine, the attempts by Cillian Murphy’s charming wastrel to pay an overdue debt leading to an After Hours-style blizzard of ever-deepening and bloody doo-doo. Jodie Whittaker’s lovelorn neighbour and Jim Broadbent, having a ball swearing his head off as Murphy’s death-obsessed pa, get caught up in scenes thickened with ultra violence and motor-mouthed Irish hoods.
There’s no doubting the energy, but without Colin Farrell’s fervour, or any novel spin, it’s no more than treading
water from this gang.