You've got to laugh at London-born John Michael McDonagh's criticism of the quality of Irish-made films. This is the cinematic genius that gave us Calvary - a film more full of Oirishry and Irish stereotypes than Darby O'Gill and the Little People - and about 10 years out-of-date with its depiction of the Church. Only an olympian performance from Brendan Gleeson saved it from more general ridicule.
And by the way we do over-hype our own films. Even the saintly Michael Dwyer was guilty. I remember him singing the praises of High Spirits - one of Neil Jordan's many turkeys. But McDonagh is the wrong person to point this out after venting such a steaming pile of excrement on us.
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