Bonding with an Italian Stallion Burger

Another cold, dark, wet night in Dublin and what better escape than to drift into Hollywood and tantalising opening scenes of blue skies, a leafy, sunny terrace, a beautiful place to write.  Seven Psychopaths is a colourful Tarantinoesque melodrama, written and directed by Martin McDonagh, who has cast Colin Farrell as himself. We guess he has anyway, he’s an Irish scriptwriter, called Martin. All the bad boys are in this, they must have jumped at the chance, just for the fun. It’s a movie about writing a movie script, while scoring a searing critique on America’s foreign policy, past and present. Again, that’s just what we figured in our amateur way as we drove home, CC#2 and I. He, also wondering what was going on with ‘those American girls behind us.’ Me, wondering how the ‘hoodie period’ was well over. You may know that phase, where your teenagers walk ten paces behind with hood resolutely tugged over their head, lest anyone should associate you as a living relative.  This only lasts until you arrive at the restaurant table, when it’s all ok again, because you're paying for dinner and the Italian stallion burger binds you together. Wonder has anyone been ordering the Tribeca stallion burger of late?

The American students sitting behind us in the cinema laughed the whole way through the movie, everything Colin Farrell said was titteringly funny. Except it wasn’t. We decided he is much better as an American bad guy, and miscast as a sensitive Irish writer with a flat Dublin accent. Not a gritty Love/Hate sort of accent nor a southside DORT one, but a soft middle Dublin one, that just doesn’t cut it in a rage. But worth watching all the same. As is Argo and Silver Lining Playbook.  Again, thanks UCD, films for a fiver within walking distance. What’s. Not. To. Like.