A group of Irish college students are about to leave for the United States, where they've landed summer jobs in Long Island. Working hard in the day and playing even harder at night, they ... See full summary »
Kate and Martin escape from personal tragedy to an Island Retreat. Cut off from the outside world, their attempts to recover are shattered when a Man is washed ashore, with news of airborne killer disease that is sweeping through Europe.
In the 1970s, a young trans woman, Patrick "Kitten" Braden, comes of age by leaving her Irish town for London, in part to look for her mother and in part because her gender identity is beyond the town's understanding.
Father and son bring their painful past into their isolated present for 24 hours. Set in the middle of a cold beautiful winter, "The Water" explores the complex and intimate dynamic between... See full summary »
This drama is set in rural Ireland. Believing that "a man is measured by his enemies", Harry Maloney ('Colm Meany') sets out to ruin George O'Flaherty - the most powerful man in town, who ... See full summary »
Michael is a perpetual waster. He owes money to Perrier, a local thug. When two enforcers demand payment by nightfall, Michael does a burglary with two others but won't be paid till morning. All he has to do is stay away from the thugs until he can get the money then give it to Perrier. But the lads catch Michael and start to deliver a beating, but Brenda, Michael's suicidal neighbor, shoots one. Now they must run for their lives, accompanied by Jim, Michael's estranged father who claims to be dying and has come to reconcile with his son. Will any of the trio see the sun rise? And can Michael become enlightened, become a better man? Written by
Early in the movie Michael gets into a car (possibly VW Golf mk3) which was a 1995 registration, however when we see him pull in to speak to his father the car has a 2001 reg plate. A closer shot in the same scene reveals the 95 plate again. See more »
Voice of The Reaper:
The ocean, huh? Never fails to provoke a person to musing on philosophical shit. Heavy shit, like life and death, and fate, and all that bewildering shit. The fuckin' universe. The individual's seeming insignificant in it. But are we insignificant? I mean take, for example, this individual. Wears the name of Michael McCrea. Last night he imbibed to beat the band. And today he's paying the seedy price. It's evening. He's having himself a little siesta, yeah? Little catnap. Now relax...
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