It’s wonderfully refreshing to see the Irish kick the English in the teeth for an hour and a half, rather than the typically other way ’round. What a world this would have been if the Irish had remained in charge. I suppose God wouldn’t have invented whiskey, though. That would have been a damned shame.
Just think, we’d have been Irish colonists, good Catholics all. Sir Arthur’s mystical brew might have been drawn from the roiled waters of the mighty Mississippi. American syle pilsner would still be the backwoods bavarian swill it ought to be. Oh, what a world!
On another matter, why are filmmakers unable to allude to things anymore? Does everything have to be right up in your grille? Have people sacrificed their imagination? Am I the only person who thinks a look or a stolen touch is infinitely more romantic than sodden grunting on animal skins? Meh, maybe it’s just my hermit’s lifestyle.