I think we saw the movie of the year tonight.
Brilliantly written, brilliantly acted. Screamingly, and I mean endlessly, laugh out loud funny. Achingly so. But dark, twisted, moralistic, beautiful.
Poor old Bruges. A beautiful place that is at the heart of a movie-long slagging. (I think the city got away with it though.)
(Full of Belgians though.)
This is a remarkable film. Colin Farrel is the best I’ve ever seen him. Certainly better than when he was trying to knock off his Mammy in ancient Rome.
And of course. It’s all in the writing.