Once in a while, a movie takes you to unexpected places. The Banshees of Inisherin is one of them.
Losing a friend for no reason. Just because one decides to.
The myth of the tortured artist who wishes for his legacy to perpetuate. Who doesn’t want to be forgotten when he dies, but rather be forgotten now by his most loyal friend.
The excruciating pain of a beloved one who ghosts you, like a dagger right into the heart. Left with nothing but questions and disillusion.
How do you handle rejection when you cross paths with them on a daily basis because you’re both stuck on a remote Irish island ?
The audience just keeps on hoping and hoping for this bond to rebirth from the ashes. In the smirk of a smile, in a desperate look.
And in the middle of that, music. Irish music that carries you into Celtic enchanted lands, or into the local pub, drinking a pint. Like a beautifully haunting lullaby. A macabre poem.
The photography is mesmerizing. The presence of animals adds even more humanity to the whole picture. Each element tells a story; stones, grass, sunsets, cliffs. The silence speaks so loud.
The vastness of an island and the complexity of its people. Its people. Fellas at the pub, a sister suffering from loneliness, a teenage boy fleeing an abusive father, the banshee.
Banshee : a female spirit in Gaelic folklore whose appearance or wailing warns a family that one of them will soon die.
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