It would be too dismissive to call The Banshees of Inisherin, writer/director Martin McDonagh’s distilled period piece set on the fictional Irish isle of Inisherin, a simple blend of In Bruges and Waking Ned Devine. I’m sure some might see it that way, but Banshees’ craft registers more strongly than either of those films.
McDonagh’s In Bruges, my favourite of his films (at least, it was before this), also stars Brendan Gleeson and Colin Farrell. But where that film was populated with more complex characters and a curlier plot, Banshees sings a different tune. Certainly, the opening act will have you thinking it is a lightweight Irish jig of a film. Don’t be fooled. Beneath the jolly exterior is a film that crawls into some fairly deep recesses as it sets about building a rich and pointed fable.
Farrell, whose expressive eyebrows deserve their own casting credits, plays Padraic, a young, easy-going farmer who lives a simple life with his sister. Dark clouds begin to form when his best friend, Colm (Gleeson), out of nowhere, declares that he no longer wants Padraic to talk to him.
“He’s dull and I have no more time for it,” Colm says in a post-epiphanic moment of clarity. And that’s it — the simple beginnings of a comical but ultimately deep soul search.