A stirring slice of still-contentious Irish history masquerading as a thriller, this is a biopic meets The Godfather (1972).
Tywin Lannister is in it. As is Julia Roberts with the worst ‘Irish’ accent since … the birth of cinema. But she doesn’t ruin it; her role is window dressing, a star name to pump up the box office.
Its like the anti-Richard Attenborough biopic, and thank the gods his perfunctory talents were never let near this kind of material.
Oppenheimer also turns up as an assassin. And the poster is sublime.
4/5.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 