Sometimes (though so extremely rarely that its almost mythical that it may ever happen once in your life and if twice you count yourself blessed beyond all that is holy) you run across a movie that you'd never heard of and upon watching it unfold before your (there's a word I'd like to quote here from the movie that would be most appropriate but I can't cause it would take a letter before i before g and five stars and an apostrophe to tentatively test IMDb's family friendly policy so I'll just go on instead) eyes you find yourself not quite believin' what you're seein' and then when you realize it's getting' going' and buildin' and buildin' and then, O.M.G. when it ends you cry for your good fortune for finding it and watching it and that you'll never again be able to see it for the first time again but who cares, you've seen what you've seen and for a moment you stare at the screen then wipe the tears from your eyes, then wipe the tears of joy for seeing this film from your eyes and you rise from your seat no matter if you're all alone or in the middle of a crowd of strangers, you leap from you seat clapping so hard and so fast and so loudly that your hands hurt so badly you weep but you cant stop to wipe your face because you're screaming with such joyful intensity at the screen the credits are gracing and you realize that all the strangers around you are doing the same thing and you grab hold onto one another and pass the moment in the exquisite embrace of pure unadulterated holy humanity. Then after many long moments savoring it together you hug everyone around you and kiss each of them full on the lips and some of them become friends for life the movie was that profound. And you run home to your computer and you look up this movie and you discover what happened to its stars and you weep and you weep and you weep for all he has achieved. And you cross yourself and bless him. Again and again. Magnificent.If you consider yourself a movie buff of any degree you will race to watch this movie and, while I know you'll try and try and try to resist me and what I've said here, by the end you will find yourself grudgingly at least, agreeing with me. Whole, ______' hardidly. Really. Don't believe me? Throw down and see.;)(and i'm not even catholic, and its not even relevant and yet, well, i bow low still)One day.

Having watched a lot of Irish films recently, this is one of the better ones, and yet there is something off kilter in making a laugh out of junkies' dysfunctional lives. Mark Halloran's script is problematic at times – Laurel and Hardy on smack being the tag-line. But his performance is impressive; he inhabits his character well, while Tom Murphy plays the pathetic sidekick for laughs. The story is episodic, basically two heroin addicts trying to score. They wander around the city, meeting other characters and even get round to mugging a disabled person. There is a suitably jaunty soundtrack, but after a while it becomes a little repetitive. The director's background in advertising shows in the slick visuals and the whole package is well put together. It throws up interesting questions about portraying the marginalized. Are their stories being robbed to win plaudits and awards. Would a film about coke sniffing advertising folk be as interesting.. Still in a sea of mediocrity, it's worth a look. High point the resolution, low point Murphy's occasional gurning for the camera. Warning: Brendan Gleeson is not in this film.

This is a beautiful film made in Dublin which I have just seen in Tel Aviv at the Israel Irish film festival, in the presence of the director. At first I did not think I would enjoy it, it is, after all not an endearing subject but the longer it went into its 83 minutes, the more I enjoyed it. This is the story of two homeless heroin addicts called Adam and Paul but which is Adam, which is Paul, you never find out. Similar to "Waiting for Godot" but filmed in a great number of locations rather than a single room. Although its a sombre subject, you follow a single day in their lives (and the death of one from an overdose) but the film is much filled with humor in a style reminiscent of Laurel and Hardy. The dialog is simple, in very short sentences, which is accurate of these folk, and there is, I warn you, much use of the word f**k which gives the Hebrew subtitlers a lot of grief. All the characters are believable and are based on the lives of real Dubliners. The script was written by the taller addict. How do they eat, how do they go to the bathroom, how do they survive? You follow their lives and ultimately you yearn for one of their scams to survive in order that they "earn" some money but then you realize that it would not be spent on food but drugs. They meet a varied collection of other losers on their travels and I could add a spoiler by revealing the funniest one-liner in the film - when they meet a man they think comes from Romania - but I won't. Another funny sequence is outside a gas station where they are supposedly watching for the police during an attack on the station by two men with baseball bats, pure L & H. The photography is superb, stark, revealing of slums, the direction brilliant. The director was forced to take jobs making commercials to earn a living whilst making the film. As to which one is which, the director confirmed that they were interchangeable and, probably, a single entity. This is the sort of film most English-speaking film-making countries could not make, they lack the observational powers of this writer and director. If you get the chance to see it, don't miss it. And better in a cinema than on television where it will lose much of its qualities.

A film about two messers with much to live for and very little to love.The two characters wake up on mattress in the middle of a field in which one of them finds themselves glued to; Things cant possibly get worse for these to but that's all that seems to happen to these to supposedly harmless and unintentionally witty degenerates. The new breed of dubs who have hit rock bottom but seem to stay down there in a hopeless dead-headed fashion.The dialog and characters melt into an almost beckett-like feel, but don't be fooled there is no particular art in this, but sheer desperation and hopelessness.Both characters are met with hostility and mistrust almost everywhere they go.One f**k up after another leads them into some kind of divine miracle of two bags of heroin that literally falls out of the sky.The hardest thing about watching this film is working out whether it is a tragic- comedy or the lines and characters are actually played the way it would have been in real life. God know, if you have ever lived in Dublin these lads are all over the place. Lads who came from nothing with nothing to give the world let alone themselves but somehow survive in a frowned upon but reluctantly accepted way of life.The movie struck a note with me and left me feeling sad and hopeless for our two leads. i guess there is no hope after all.Like Intermission it had that 'real dublin' feel to it but i'd say even darker.It deserves to be seen so far as it was probably made for a couple of hundred thousand euro's as the performances are strong and varied.'this is not a commercial movie and 'i don't think it will make much of name for itself but it deserves to be seen by those who would appreciate it for what it is.A slice of bleak reality in modern day Dublin city.