Much better than it had a right to be; not much happens, the narrative is entirely predictable to anyone who knows anything about the IRA and Bobby Sands. The scene in the middle, a twenty-minute plus dialogue between Sands and the priest, makes the movie. The lead actor must have a huge future, like Christian Bale (cf The Machinist) before him.
Headed down in the mid-afternoon for a paddle at Gordons Bay, only to
find a surf lifesaver boat in the middle of it and a few hundred blue
bottles washed up on shore. I'd never seen so many, and there were
hundreds more just off the beach. Near as I could tell no-one was in
the water.
