"At last, an Irish film not beset with small town 'characters'."
Weird movie. Tough to pigeonhole it. It's comedy. It's satire. It's a thriller. It's not half bad.David Thewlis is a terminally drunk, terminally sarcastic Irish tabloid journalist. He just got it away with a pretty special looking art student. Wife's not too pleased. Suddenly, the art student is dead. Journalist is the prime suspect. But how can he defend himself and prove who the murderer was when everyone from the Government, to the police, to the Irish paramilitary organisations (on both sides) want him dead for making fun of them in the press? Enter the Prime Minister-elect, his shady support people, a gun toting nun, some local hardmen, the IRA, the ULF and more plot twists than you can sometimes keep up with.
This stuff is funny. It's also somewhat scary, in that you don't know how close or far from the truth it could be. The irony of the piece is that, just as the journalist is hunted by all and sundry for being a mouthy troublemaker, so too was this movie pilloried in Britain for being the same. "You can't make fun of the IRA", "this is trivialising our problems", etc etc.For mine, it's all good, and even though Divorcing Jack might be too off-center to get a release in the US, if you can find it somewhere, take a look. It beats seven colors of shite out of Waking Ned Divine. Oh, and Rachel Griffiths is in it - reason enough to hunt it down.