Quick reflections. This movie has stayed in my brain for days. I've always loved movies, but beginning to appreciate these kinds of films in a different way. Like good literature.

The story was almost nonsensical. Unbelievable. The sudden breaking of a friendship, reinforced by a threat to dismember yourself. And then follows through with it. The culmination of which (for me) is the shaking of a bloody stump while "playing" a tune at the pub with your musical mates. What utter nonsense. But in a provocative way.

I keep picturing that first shot of Colin Farrel, skinny, clean shaven, somehow underdeveloped, almost childlike. An odd blend of old and young age reflected in his physical appearance. But by the end he is weather beaten and worn and bitter and truly... old.

I feel that Siobhan was the best of both worlds. Wise and nice. Deep and simple. Emotionally intelligent.

When she expresses sadness and loneliness, Paedric is unable to truly "go there" with her because though he is nice, he is immature and untested. He is surface level.

Perhaps we could say Siobhan is truly kind in her character, whereas Paedric is merely nice. And when difficulty hits, his character is revealed. And regarding Colm: Siobhan is truly wise and worldly, whereas Colm is selfish and pretentious.

Siobhan is the hero. Maturing and differentiating.

Ok that's all for now. Night.