They forgot to take out the plonk sound effect when the kite landed at the end. Films like this are so bad for the world -- absolute brainless cradle to grave muck about a great artist the filmmakers have obviously never really engaged with. Zero interest in Beckett's work demonstrated whatsoever, this could be about absolutely anyone. O'Shea and Byrne's impersonations are weak if inoffensive but the film is shockingly directed and feels like one long, crawling death scene. Whatever Gillen and Gallagher are doing as Joyce and Barnacle, I want nothing to do with. Viciously uninspired and insulting to the great man my parents almost named me after.
They forgot to take out the plonk sound effect when the kite landed at the end. Films like this are so bad for the world -- absolute brainless cradle to grave muck about a great artist the filmmakers have obviously never really engaged with. Zero interest in Beckett's work demonstrated whatsoever, this could be about absolutely anyone. O'Shea and Byrne's impersonations are weak if inoffensive but the film is shockingly directed and feels like one long, crawling death scene. Whatever Gillen and Gallagher are doing as Joyce and Barnacle, I want nothing to do with. Viciously uninspired and insulting to the great man my parents almost named me after.