The Banshees of Inisherin review: A Martin McDonagh film equal to In Bruges – if not better
The IndependentGet our free weekly email for all the latest cinematic news from our film critic Clarisse Loughrey Get our The Life Cinematic email for free Get our The Life Cinematic email for free SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. It’s a film equal to In Bruges – perhaps even more effective in the way its relative restraint presents brutality as humdrum as a trip to the pub or a pat on the head of Pádraic’s moon-eyed donkey, Jenny. Colm’s savagery isn’t directed towards his former friend, although he resents the man’s many soliloquies about animal droppings for sapping away the vital moments of his quickly fleeting life. Though Gleeson’s crumpled resignation finds ample room for both nobility and cruelty, it’s Farrell who really anchors the film. But when the actor’s eyebrows twist up like a pair of divining rods, he’s able to push that “kicked puppy” look into something profoundly tragic.