“Prose both scabrous and poetic.” – Publishers Weekly. “Proust meets Chandler over a pint of Guinness.” – Spectator. “A sheer pleasure.” – Tana French. “Among the most memorable books of the year, of any genre.” – Sunday Times. “A hardboiled delight.” – Guardian. “Imagine Donald Westlake and Richard Stark collaborating on a screwball noir.” – Kirkus Reviews. “A cross between Raymond Chandler and Flann O’Brien.” – John Banville. “The effortless cool of Elmore Leonard at his peak.” – Ray Banks. “A fine writer at the top of his game.” – Lee Child.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
"A Bruges Too Farrell?" Nope, that won't work either ...
The last best Irish crime movie? I Went Down, naturally. The next best? In Bruges, if the Hollywood Reporter knows its onions - Martin McDonagh directs his tolchock-a-go-go script, with Colin Farrell (left, on set, in ultra-rare Paddington Bear pose), Brendan Gleeson and Ralph ("That's Rafe, actually") Fiennes doing the standing around pouting bit. "I've never written anything trying to be violent," Martin McDonagh tells Variety, "they just come out that way." Yep, and if you pull our other one it plays Greensleeves. Oh, and can someone please tell the geezer in the background his syrup has slipped? Cheers.
Posted by Declan Burke at 12:58 AM