When a Las Vegas performer-turned-snitch named Buddy Israel decides to turn state's evidence and testify against the mob, it seems that a whole lot of people would like to make sure he's no longer breathing.
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
Although set in and around Dublin, most of the film was shot in London because it was cheaper. See more »
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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The Streets Are Ours
Written by Jonathan Fox, Dewan Soomary, Alan Gunby, and James Parmley
Performed by The King Blues See more »
Weirdly funny, violent, and mostly chaotic, crime spree in one Irish night
An Irish gangster crime comedy. Well, Irish, gangster and crime are all accurate but whether it's a comedy, drama or thriller that's up to you to decide. Perrier (Brendan Gleeson) has a bounty for the head of Michael (Cillian Murphy). Poor lad, he owes money to some local thugs.
With the help of his beautiful, slightly crazy and suicidal neighbour Brenda (Jodie Whittaker), they accidentally kill a thug, and then with the encouragement of his might-be-dying father (Jim Broadbent), they go on a crime spree.
It's a comedy of errors where the errors lead to many murders, some accidental but some because there's nothing better to do. It's violent for the sake of being violent with a few uneasy laughs. Add Gabriel Byrne as the voice of the narrator/The Reaper expounding on the philosophical virtues of life, death and the ocean, just to make the film more well-rounded. I'm assuming that's the purpose, and also that the contradiction between philosophy and gangster crime is supposed to be hilarious.
"Perrier's Bounty" could be a brilliant fusion of all genres into a gangster crime film. But it's missing some vital cohesiveness and substance to make this more than a weirdly funny, violent crime spree through an Irish night. Which isn't all that bad, but it's no "In Bruges".
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