This generic tale of woe isn't easy to endure. Not because of the subject matter, but because of the incredible dull manner in which it unfolds. It's so uttely bland and predictable, with characters giving by the numbers performances as they drop F bomb after F bomb. The film makers must have thought that makes for gritty, compelling dialogue. Nothing of the sort. I didn't believe for a second that any of the characters were even Irish, and that's a pretty bad low to achieve when they're all supposed to be Irish. The love interest of our loser protagonist is very pretty and talented so I suppose a star goes to her for making it a barely tolerable viewing experience. I'd like to give one for soundtrack or cinematography but just can't. Lighting is dark and editing seems to have been an afterthought. The acting is atrocious, and all dramatic scenes are so contrived and robotic that it's painful to watch. This indie redefines pretentious failure. You know who does good Irish films? The Irish!
Review of White Irish Drinkers
