>I don't want to be friends with ye anymore Posted on March 18, 2023 by Anonymous >I don't want to be friends with ye anymore How do you respond
We never were
looks kino what is this called?
The Banshees of Inisherin, and it is kino.
The only real fault is it feels more like a filmed play than like a proper "cinematic experience." But that's pretty standard with Martin McDonagh.
good point, there is way too much static camera and not so many great "shots"
i enjoy static camera it makes it feel grounded
the events are enough that it doesn't need the camera going whaouqoauyuu!!!
there are a few kino shots but it is a bit lacking in visual symbolism
There goes the last worldly chain.
we're friends till the end
Feck off Colm, ye diminutive fiddling arse. You look a right fright, so you do you thick gobshite.
Colm was a pretentious gay who ruined Padriac
At least he try can you say the same /misc/?
I met Kerry Condon at the foyer of Omniplex Cinema in Dundalk and asked her if she wanted to pretend to be my sister and marry me.
She looked at me as I were trash and got security to throw me out and beat me up in the parking lot.
That's not something that would happen. It's pure fantasy. You don't tell people you plan to abandon that you don't like them anyone. You tell them you don't have time or you will be busy for next few weeks. That was my main problem with this movie. Great acting and everything but really stupid story.
>it's not realistic therefore it's dumb
It's a movie anon, not a documentary. Heightened and fantastical elements are okay to have in fictional depictions
It's a small island with one church and one pub that both guys frequent, add Padraic being dim, stubborn and annoying and the fact that Colm used to keep in touch with him despite his musical career and the excuses won't make sense.
I’m pretty sure this is about Irish independence, given their playwright’s habit of making long dreary plays about two guys talking to humanize bigger more complex issues for drunk people
anon, Colm is an artist who is dedicated to truth, not a girl going through her final year of middle-school.
Call him a fag then grab a pint with him tomorrow
we're not friends i'm a barnacle you're a boat.
But that is NOT the point. Stop clinging to literalism. BTW it's not about the fucking Irish Civil War either
What is it about?
He won’t say. Everyone in the world is a retard except for him. And he must guard his genius secret interpretations even while purportedly being annoyed at people discussing the common widespread interpretations. Funny that.
wasn't me, but I still won't say, haha!
however the line
>read a not-sad one, then
is from a scene which lays out the primary difference of opinion the allegory is about.
lots of anons have given interesting takes but i cba to write out paragraphs rn
the guarda and donkey are not that at all but it can be about the civil war (or really any civil war)
how on earth you see the donkey as the north is beyond me
it is kino watch it
it apparently filters a lot of people somehow though
Just saw the comments now.
The movie is a belated coming of age story. Pádraic gradually realizes that his simple, vaguely infantilized comfort zone is dependent on people who feel miserable and yearn for more.
As he steps out of his arrested development universe (not in practice but by looking at it objectively), he learns to both express his emotions but ultimately cling to an act of mercy (saving the dog).
In the end, he becomes more emotionally mature and understands that the friendship is in the past, which paradoxically earns him some subtle respect from Colm.
>Colm/De Valera/anti-treaty IRA - older guy who wants to break the status quo to achieve his dreams
>Pádraic/Collins/the free state - wants to maintain the status quo
>Garda Kearney - the english
>the donkey- the north
I know it's not the case but it's nevertheless funny.
>Can we still be friends on discord?
Damn man, okay.
Well I guess I’ll be off.
Then every time I see him again I just give him the finger.
>Understandable, have a nice day
.... Well.... I mean, uhhh... I.. uhh... I get dat, I mean I... uhh... understand and... and uuuuuhhh..... I uhh.. I can't blame ye.. I...uhh... I'm not the man I should be.. oooo' should'a been.. would'a... would'a been if I a better man today be, but .... uuuhhhhhh..... füüüückin' 'elllll.....
I Can be.. I .. I .... I CAN Be... Be.. uhhh.. ahhh.. fûck....
but... oh fuck man, this is painful... I.... ...
Soooo.... ye, nö, I won' be botherin' ye nö moo'..
I be.... uhh.. not in ye way any way..
If ..... I meen WHEN we be seein'.... well... then we'll just nod and uhh.... I mean, yü don't have to "acknowledge" me or anythin'... I mean, I ünderstand..
*heh* Honestly I'm surprised you've listn'd to me dûs far in me pitiful ramblins' ... I'll... I'll just wrap it up and ....
saaaaay.... sörry, friend... Trüly, I'm sörry...
Yû've he'rd me say "sorry" a thousand and one times, but ahhh... Me soul, trüly, Trûly be sorry.... Sorry fo' the "Man" yû see before yû... Today... and for the man that hasn't become the Man dat should'a been...
Dis man ain't no gûd. He be... uh... I'M a liar and thief of trust, of honesty and of ... ah, heck, the Man yû see ... is precisely what wat yü see.. Wat ye've felt.. knöwn in yer 'Arth to be Trû but 'aven't wanted to be Trü... A Long time now, aye.... A long time....
Truth be, neither ov' us been wantin' to acceept it.. but 'tis Trüe.. ... I am dis Mann, and dis ain' no "Mann"...
I won't lie to yu no more, I knö ain' nö pöint to eet. .
I, uhh... I'll just be goin' now aye... Goin' me way.... ... carrying it all...
I'll... I'll go on me way... Shamed fo' me'self an'... ye....
Tho... Last thing, tho ... Tho da person yü see before ye here and nöw is a lyin', lazy, lethargic löser...
the Soul within dis husk of a Man.... Löves ye and... Is trüly sorry... för All the päin, för All...
I haven't had a friend for the past year so this doesn't apply to me.
>take pint and go elsewhere
At some points friends are just accessories you bring to the pub.
I'd probably start crying and excuse myself
>excuse myself into his pint, I mean
The trû response of an unrepentant.
The pain of being stuck in Oneself's insecurities, insincerity, in sins we fall into.. Sins... feeling incapable.. feeling weak and let down by life, our family, friends, ourselves... We know... yet pretend and give excuses as to avoid the Truth that is blatant, stumbling in blindness before the apparent light that shines before us.
The excuses for our weaknesses and flaws, maintaining the comfort of the status quo of our lives.
We KNOW what we have to do; our weaknesses which hinder our growth, what keeps us stuck, and yet for some "inexplicable" reason we just refuse to let go of it. We hold tightly onto our weights, we drink the poison which weaken us, we... choose Fear.
We Fear. We let Fear into us. We accept it's corruption, for the Fear is smart, it knows exactly how to affect you, weaken you onto its corrupting influence, giving rise to inhibition and acceptance to the invitation of Life, of Truth and Love and everything that Fear strives to drive us away from.
Fear engulfs us, shocks us into its submission, shackling illusory walls, leaving us scrambling in its never ending darkness;
The Worry, the Hesitation, the Toxicity, the Fruitless Anger, the Self-Hatred, the Hopelessness, the Nothingness... the endless shapes that Fear takes to take us away from the Light, Truth and Love
It is understandable, yet eternally indefensible.
We Know the Truth, yet tend to refuse it.
We shut the door while praying to hear a knock
We cover the windows, feeling undeserving of the light.
Truth hurts when we fight against it.
The Fear of the Light leads deeper into darkness.
There is no escape from Truth, for it is always here.
When we choose to accept it, ourselves and eachother for what we are and what It is, then we open ourselves to the possibility to deal with it All.
The Truth sets us free. We choose to listen, accept and learn, feel the burn and choose to turn the page.
Is All Here.
Try not to cry.
Cry a lot.
>i do worry sometimes, that i'm obsessing over news so hard to stave off the inevitable