Holy water

When the next tome on Irish cinema gets published chances are it will ignore the most wretched of sub-genres - the one called 'Paddywhackery boll*cks'! This maligned genre includes titles such as Closer you get, Waking Ned, and Irish Jam. Rural locations, middle-aged cast, few children present, fiddle music on the soundtrack, unfunny comedy, sex-starved natives, priests who are 'one of the lads', and a great plan that everyone works together on. The latest example is Holy water and as expected it's sh*t. What's Linda 'Terminator' Hamilton doing in this junk? They steal viagra, it gets into the local water supply, and everyone gets romantic. Except the heist is rushed and we don't give a toss about the characters or who they get off with. Filmed in Devon, England (!) the movie uses red phone boxes, British car-reg plates, and sterling currency yet the accents and surroundings are mostly Southern Irish? What a crock of crap!