no saints left, just typical stereotypical misery This just succeeds as a mediocre but decent, bleak-comic book/melodramatic revenge tale.
There's not much depth. It's full of contrived movie moments, never considers the scope of the religious & political situation in Ireland at the time (mid 1970's); and instead has some entertaining encounters in the countryside imparting 'old wisdom ' , and some daft interchanges between ' hit men'.
The direction & cinemaphotography are rather bleak and the film is played straight with some witty asides. Overall it is actually rather morose (in a typically desolate Irish countryside way). Unless you can learn to enjoy the intense performance of the main 'villain' this film would be really annoying.
The contrivances began at the start with an IRA bombing of a pub which kills some passers by.
Kerry Condon, playing the role of the uber-bossy, psycho-b*tch ( no sane person would deny this description- she is so Over hte Top it is hilariously 'bad') leader Doireann McCann in a small IRA team, sees a young mother and her children fumbling about over some dropped BOOKS by the pub door just before the explosion, and she moves towards them and starts shouting at them to move, we are meant to think she actually has compassion & empathy, despite being capable of blowing up a city pub, full of working-class locals... & their dogs.
During the gangs escape the driver of the car deliberately smashes into a local village (county?) sign smashing it to pieces and scaring the paintwork of the drivers door.
The paintwork is never repaired & they drive around in it all the time while trying to 'keep a low profile' in the same area as the sign damage!
The policeman mate of Neeson notices the paint colour on the signs shredded remains then does FA about it despite saying he will.
Later, psycho-b*tch boss ('PBB' from now on!) visits a single mum and her young daughter who were housing PBB's lousy, molester brother. PBB, as is her habit, says an expletive almost every other word in the exchange , while the young daughter watches, then she strangles the mother forcing her to the floor- and this is towards a family that are helping her out...! The mother is no better, also swearing for the sake of it,in front of a young child (rarely seen back in the 70's) and confronting a woman she knows could tear her apart!
In a strange way PBB is the best thing about this film. Her performance & dialogue are so utterly deranged that it adds an unexpected level of (unintentional) humour in an otherwise rather mediocre & predictable piece of action fodder. She can't stop being triggered and dangerously indiscreet; screaming at her cowering male colleagues at a local rugby (?) game in front of the entire village- just after all of their pictures have appeared in the newspapers ! She has no decorum, manners, sense of consequence and screeches throughout the film like a banshee with Coprolalia. Its all played straight & hyper-intense, even bolstered by foreboding music.... at least she's memorable.
Some may say she ruins the film, it is an insulting portrayal of the IRA and their 'cause/agenda' and takes away a certain dramatic tension, /they are all issues worth considering if you like, however this is really an revenge-action fantasy (as 99% of action films seem to be), the events are unbelievable and could never transpire in the way they do. Any real-life similarities are there purely as part of the plot contrivances and justification for the landscape/location.
For me, her OTT character & performance are the only reason I'd re watch this.
There's plenty of other eye rolling moments.
A female neighbor & friend of Neesons sees PBB smashing up Neesons car with a baseball bat . She comes out of her cottage with arms folded and a scowl. PBB confronts the neighbor with another explosion of foul mouthed insults, threats, & a look of utter contempt. The neighbor is quite old and gives PBB more scornful looks and armed with nothing more than a righteous attitude calls PBB a b*tch (she missed out the psychopathic bit) .... ....PBB punches her, knocking her out.
Neeson watches all of this while hidden with his hit-man colleague (who is played with a variable accent by Jack Gleeson from GameOfThrones, who also gets some amusing side-quips but they are too often lost due to poor sound recording & sometimes weak delivery),
The biggest eye roll is possibly the Policeman/Guarda mate of Neesons, who is suspicious but clueless. I wont give away any spoilers, but the ending with the BAG is possibly one of the daftest moments in the entire film,,, well, actually, the lack of people crowding the bar in a full pub is probably the most unbelievable element of this film for those of us who grew up at the time in similar place- maybe the film makers have never had a drink in an actual pub, & imagine they are like wine bars instead ?
Some literary pretentions are woven into the film, to say more would ruin the filmmakers 'joke' at the end.
So (for me) it is actually a marginally better Neeson film of this ilk, while certainly no master piece (or even very good really) , it is one of the few I'd re-watch, preferably with friends to laugh along with the hysteria of the cartoon PBB with Coprolalia.