Intermission:
Starts well by destroying the charm of the Irish, and of Colin Farrell.
Delivers on what Ocean’s Eleven might have promised, but only promised to promise: A caper film where the emotional underpinning is at least as important as the caper itself.
Could maybe only be here and now: the American fetishisation, the scumbags curious about getting woks, oh god the Clannad.
Reminds us that “Out of Control” is a great single.
Shows us the actor in his element – compulsively watchable, always dangerous. And yer man Farrell’s not bad either.