Art is an independent film-maker with big ideas... sadly nobody will listen to these ideas, with the exception of his best friend Jones. The series follows Art as his overactive imagination... See full summary »
Once a successful artist, Hart is now a shadow of his former self, his world torn apart by loss. He is consumed by a haunting portrait of his deceased wife and spends every moment studying ... See full summary »
Brian Gleeson who played Simon is a son of Bredan Gleeson See more »
During the final scene when The Machine is singing One, his boutonnière appears to move from the left lapel to the right and back again. What is actually happening is the image was reversed in post-production, probably to make the direction the actor was looking match the other shots. Thus, not only does the boutonnière change sides, the pocket and handkerchief does, too (as well as the hand with which the actor holds the microphone). See more »
So what about hens in general? Or my hen? Such as some stupid needless ritual?
Oh, er, no babe. I would happily go on your hen.
You want to go on my hen?
Okay Fionan. One of my favourite things to do is have sex with men. And even for me that's a bit too gay.
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During the opening credits Andrew Scott walks home from Trinity College in Dublin on a very rainy evening, while the song "You are my Sunshine" is played. See more »
Firstly, this film is awfully shot, every shot has an over the top depth of field that gets tiring, the entire film looks like an ad shot for McDonalds.
The acting, don't get me wrong, is horrendous (The Machine's unexplained American accent is at the height of the absurdities). However, with such bad writing and a lack of any actual jokes, fault can't be placed with the cast. Everything about this film is predictable, everything which is about to happen is set up in such an obvious and underwhelming way.
And when I say lack of jokes, I mean this film is devoid of any actual comedic content. The funniest part of this film for me was when Andrew Scott's character Davin, (or Gay-Vin, as The Machine calls him, I wish I joking, this is apparently what qualifies as a quip in this film) sings "On Raglan Road" in its entirety in the middle of a scene, its bizarre.
This film is bad, so, so bad. And at a time when Ireland has so many film-makers with such potential, the Irish Film Board should be striving to promote originality, not churning out this absolute rubbish.
Do yourself a favour and don't see this film.
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