I think I ought to do all reviews as bullet points. Unless I perceive a need for a coherent narrative.
- Colin Farrell is way better in small indie roles. He was spectacular in Tigerland and equally so here.
- I always liked Ralph Fiennes. I sat through Quiz Show just because he was in it. And I can tolerate the first 2/3ds or so of Strange Days. How many of you monkeys have even heard of those flicks?
- Bruges is a damned fine looking city.
- The “gay beer” thing made me laugh. Chimay tastes like poxy shite, and the worchestershire tasting beer I had wasn’t that good either. The “blood beer” looked pretty good.
- Fat, bloated Belgian bastards.
- F**king Canadians.
- Jaysus. I don’t want to be less American, but I hope nobody I run across over there comes away cursing me for killing John Lennon.
- Bizarre flick to be a Harry Potter reunion film.
- “Two manky hookers and a racist midget. I think I’m going home.” That might be one of the top ten lines of all time.
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