Take two annoying and dull Irish folks, put them in a countryside with an inept peat bog creature that can't seem to kill them, and what do you have?
One hour and thirty minutes of nothing. That's right, nothing. Nothing at all.
It seems said bog creature just can't kill the woman, and he doesn't really try and she then cuts herself in some accidents, about five times. She purposely cuts off her finger, doesn't bleed to death, feels no pain, and later impales her foot on a loose stake while in the bogs. How she made it that far in life is beyond me.
It is entirely dull and trivial nonsense.
One hour and thirty minutes of nothing. That's right, nothing. Nothing at all.
It seems said bog creature just can't kill the woman, and he doesn't really try and she then cuts herself in some accidents, about five times. She purposely cuts off her finger, doesn't bleed to death, feels no pain, and later impales her foot on a loose stake while in the bogs. How she made it that far in life is beyond me.
It is entirely dull and trivial nonsense.