Of Donkeys and Men:
A Review of The Banshees of Inisherin
Pox Populi
Many years ago, in what now seems to be almost a past life, I used to be quite the cinephile. I loved films. I loved the French Nouvelle Vague. I loved Italian neorealismo. I became enamored of the great auteurs. On many occasions, I would drive to faraway cinemas in the big cities so I could see films, usually foreign or independent ones, that were not going to play in my hometown movie theatres. When I was even younger, I used to eagerly await the Friday edition of the local newspaper so I could read the movie reviews of the weekend’s new releases. When I reached my college years, I took a few elective courses on film history and production.
Nowadays my burning passion for the silver screen has been reduced to grey, dusty ashes. It is a fate that has befallen many people, I’m sure, and it is a sad indictment of our modern society. If we look at the Hollywood balance sheet for 2022, it’s clear that even the general population has been put off by what’s on offer these days. This is a shame. It’s not right that we should be bereft of the wondrous form of art that is film, robbed of the joy and spiritual and intellectual stimulation that well-made stories told on celluloid can give. It is therefore with great pleasure that I can recommend a contemporary film which I recently saw, and was happily surprised to discover that it does indeed give the viewer that gift of joy, stimulation, and entertainment without being infested with propaganda and pandering to “modern audiences.”
The film is The Banshees of Inisherin. It does not try to appease a broad audience, although it certainly can. It is unabashedly and exclusively Irish. That’s not to say non-Irish folk won’t like or understand the film (well, some accents might indeed be hard to understand), but the film is quite clear that it intends to be a story for Irish folk, by Irish folk. I love that. It reminds me of those French and Italian films I devoured in my youth. The Banshees of Inisherin, like those films of old, is set in a distinct place, telling a distinct story for and by a distinct people. And yet, as is often the case, some of the most particular stories end up having the most universal appeal. The Banshees of Inisherin has certainly proven that again, garnering nine Oscar nominations as well as a 75% audience rating on Rotten Tomatoes.
It opens with some most spectacular shots of Ireland’s wild coast. Inisherin is itself a fictional island off the mainland, so what cinematographer Ben Davis and director Martin McDonagh show us are actually the sights of the Aran Islands and Achill Island. If the opening sequence of these landscapes, lightly brushed with strokes of an ethereal gilded haze, don’t make you want to catch the next flight to Ireland, you might not have a soul.
The drama begins when Pádraic (pronounced Paw-rick), played by Colin Farrell, is devastated after his lifelong friend Colm, played by Brendan Gleeson, informs him that their friendship is over. I’ve always had a higher opinion of Farrell than most because I knew what Farrell is capable of under the direction of Martin McDonagh. Farrell, an actor blessed with the most expressive and mobile eyebrows, has done some of his best work in the two other McDonagh films in which he starred: In Bruges and Seven Psychopaths. Here he is in fine form again. When Colm informs Pádraic that he no longer wants to be friends, there is a moment in which Farrell gives us a wordless performance that is fitting of a silent film star who is limited to the use of his facial expressions to convey his character’s turmoil.
Brendan Gleeson is brilliant, as usual. Imposing and commanding, there is something about Gleeson’s very physicality that means he will always dominate the frame. It’s not because he is a large man, although that he is; but his weight is not only corporal. There is a heaviness in his eyes, in the furrows of his brow. When he is on screen, you feel the burden of despair he confesses to the local priest.
Why is Colm despairing? Because he wants to accomplish something before his time is up. He wants to achieve immortality by creating a piece of music for which people will remember him long after he is gone. The small talk and chit-chat with Pádraic about farm animals and the marvels that can be discovered in their excrement no longer suffice for him. He needs peace and quiet, time to be alone and focus on composing. Pádraic just doesn’t fit into that need.
Peace and quiet are certainly not lacking on the island of Inisherin. There are many metaphors and themes in this film. An obvious one is the tale’s very setting: Ireland, 1923. The civil war between the Irish Free State and the Irish Republican Army is grinding to a halt, but still raging. The sudden, painful, explicable (Colm explains his reasons many times), but incomprehensible rupture between Colm and Pádraic represents the civil war boiled down to just two Irish men. The other themes that Banshees explores, and that most resonated with me, however, are loneliness, the desire to do something worthwhile with your time, and the notion that the grass is always greener somewhere else.

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You see, it’s not that Colm wants to leave Inisherin because he finds it dull. He finds Pádraic dull, and probably everyone else on the island, too. But he doesn’t seem to harbor much will to leave. He has a nice house on the beach, a loyal dog, and his music. He wants peace and quiet, and apart from Pádraic, Inisherin provides that.
It is Pádraic’s sister Siobhan (Sheh-VAWN), portrayed by Kerry Condon in a scene-stealing performance, who wants to get away. “You live on a tiny island off the coast of Ireland,” she tells Colm when he admits to her that he deems her brother too boring and life too meaningless. “What do you expect?”
Siobhan has obviously been making plans for a new life on the mainland, in the big city. These plans come to fruition when a life-changing opportunity arrives to her via post. Even though she has been planning for this change, she still has to deliberate carefully. Can she really abandon her brother, after his best friend has just forsaken him, too? The peace and quiet may be fine for someone like Colm, and for a nice but rather simple man like Pádraic, Inisherin is a lovely place. But Siobhan is clever and well-read, and not getting any younger. She’s tired of impish lads asking her why she never married. She’s tired of playing hostess for old hags who want to come round and gossip. She needs something more.
It is a very compelling juxtaposition. On the one hand, we have an idyllic Irish village surrounded by Atlantic beauty that only divine beings could create. Many people living in a city, especially the modern concrete-and-steel jungles of today’s megalopolises, would gladly relocate to Inisherin. Yet Siobhan, an Inisherin native, wants nothing more than to leave the island and move to the city (albeit the Dublin, or any of Ireland’s other major cities, of 1923 would not have been the ugly little Londons, full of skyscrapers and “diversity,” that they are now).
In the end, Pádraic finds himself utterly alone. His best friend wants nothing to do with him. His beloved sister has moved on and moved off the island. He is left with no one but the “touched” Dominic. Dominic is touched, and not just in the head. His life is one of torment borne in silence. Not everything on Inisherin is pure and idyllic. At one point, Pádraic can no longer bear it and he becomes something he really isn’t. Or maybe he is? After several shots of whiskey give him the courage, if not the eloquence, to challenge Colm, Pádraic is heartened by false hope when he learns that Colm absolutely loved the brutal honesty that poured like whiskey from Pádraic’s drunken mouth. So Pádraic adopts a new personality: No more Mr. Nice Guy. This change disappoints and even horrifies Dominic, who decides that he, too, wants nothing more to do with Pádraic.
In the following scenes, when Pádraic is now utterly friendless, we feel the cold loneliness of rural life. Pádraic is lonely because he has no one in his life anymore, apart from his farm animals, especially his cherished miniature donkey Jenny. Meanwhile, Colm is alone because he cannot relate to anyone in town. Colm is the kind of person who could feel lonely at a party full of happy people: the brooding artist. The viewer can only hope that Siobhan finds what she’s looking for in the city, but the lesson of whichThe Banshees of Inisherin reminds us is that you can go abroad, and you can change city for countryside or countryside for city, but your own personal failings and shoulder-riding demons will always haunt you. There are certain places where you might feel more at home, more at ease, and more fulfilled, but while you can get away from the dirty city or the boring village, you can never get away from yourself. It’s worth remembering that.
The Banshees of Inisherin, like McDonagh’s other films In Bruges and Seven Psychopaths, is a “dark comedy” or a “tragicomedy.” Some have criticized the film for being insufficiently comedic or dramatic. It’s true that McDonagh does not indulge in gore, even though he could easily have done, and perhaps that would have increased the tension, but the story does nevetheless reach Sophoclean levels of tragedy. There are several moments of mirth, too, especially if you have an appreciation for Irish wit and banter.
As for propaganda or subversion, I’m happy to say that Banshees is almost entirely free of both. There is a hint of anti-Catholic sentiment which may or may not annoy some viewers, but aside from that, there is no “poz” to speak of.
Not that I have seen many new films over the past year, but for what it’s worth this, alongside The Northman, has been the standout film of 2022 for me. I recommend you see it.
Reprinted with permission from Pox Populi’s Substack.
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12 comments
I don’t believe anyone in 1923 was really named Padraic or Siobhan. They might have assumed names like that (like “Padraic” Pearse) but they would have been baptized Patrick and Joan.
These days I consider myself lucky if even two films are released that I’m interested in seeing, and this was one of them. I watched it last week with a friend and instantly fell in love with it. In the past I had never given much thought to Colin Farrell, but he gives an incredible performance and despite it supposedly being “insufficiently comedic or dramatic” for some I thought it struck the right balance of humor, darkness and tenderness.
Every year around this time my wife and I try to watch at least one of the following: Waking Ned Devine(my favorite), Darby O’Gill And The Little People, The Commitments or The Quiet Man. Starting next year The Banshees Of Inisherin will be included as well. Is there any other Irish films readers would care to recommend? Excluding the Leprechaun series, obviously.
If you’re interested in the history of Ireland, The Wind that Shakes the Barley is well worth your time.
If you like Marxism, I think you forgot to add.
Thanks, I like your movie lists. Ryan’s Daughter perhaps? It’s got a great song. Movies used to have a song. I miss that. Also, there was another from this year, Belfast. For some reason there’s a theme last year about the Irish “troubles.” That signif. Something with the oligarchs, but what?
That’s a great flick. It never got the praise and ink David Lean’s other big movies did. Critics were maybe put off by the presence of Robert Mitchum, who was as authentic as anyone.
Other suggestions: My husband was fond of The General, which was where we first noticed Brendan Gleeson. Two old classics are Odd Man Out with James Mason; and The Informer, which Whittaker Chambers once wrote was John Ford’s best movie. (In TIME c. 1940, while reviewing The Grapes of Wrath; TIME tycoon Henry R. Luce came down to the edit board meeting and said “Who wrote this review? It’s the best review that’s ever been in TIME!”)
I’m amused someone mentioned Darby O’Gill and the Little People, which Walt Disney promoted with a full-court press back in the day, and is mainly interesting now because of a very young Sean Connery. I’d also add John Ford’s The Quiet Man, but that would look similarly facetious.
Darby O’Gill is a favorite from my childhood and I still remember watching it on the weekend “Super Sunday” line-up on our local Fox channel. The Quiet Man was one of my grandmothers favorites(along with The Music Man) who came from the island. It’s a beautifully shot film that deserves more credit in my opinion.
“Oh you’re my little Oirish girl, oh you’re my little Oirish girl…” Everybody knew that, like “When you wish upon a star…” Full-blanket Disney coverage.
Unfortunately we were in Vermont when the Walt Disney promo with Pat O’Brien came on, and there was no good TV reception in the Green Mountains.
I’m a little bemused here. I wrote a review of this film a few months ago, and it was kind of ignored, and now, everyone’s writing about it. Did I start something?
Margot: I see your point about the names, but this was a pretty isolated Ireland. if you have an old woman making curses on the loose, I’m sure Gaelic names ain’t too far behind.
Well, if you see the film and like it (and it’s likable, in a gritty way, but see my review), that’s all right. I get a bit grumbly with those who say ‘there are no good films, it’s all trash, give me John Wayne…’ like I said, say, will say, there are good films, you just have to look for them. Remember, the vast majority of ‘Golden Age movies were empty comedies or trashy melodramas.
Fire Walk With Lee: Darby O’Gill? John Wayne? You need some REAL Irish film. here is a short list for you CC’ers:
Shake Hands With the Devil: 1959, James Cagney. Pretty gritty about the Irish Civil War, with Cagney as a fanatical IRA man. If he’d been Trump’s advisor, we’d have no problems. Lots of moral ambiguity and whacking the Black and Tans.
The Dead: 1987, directed by John Huston. James Joyce’s novella in a good adaptation, with a very splendid cast (including Angelica Huston). Subtle and period.
The Field: 1990: Richard Harris as a farmer fighting to pass on his land, and dealing with an American. Sort of like an Irish King Lear. Great performance, but it’s hard for Harris to be bad, or even mediocre.
Leap year: a few years ago, a kind of fluff but enjoyable to watch, with Amy Adams and Matthew Goode. A good date and popcorn movie.
A Circle of Friends: 1995 adaptation of Maeve Binchy’s novel about three Irish girls in late fifties Ireland. Minnie Driver, Saffron Burrows, Geraldine O’Rawe, Chris Connell (before he did the TV action stuff), and Colin Firth (as a villain!- pre-Mr. Darcy). A really warm, human, funny and painful film about growing up. It’s a great family film or date movie, and maybe good to watch after Banshees…to shake off the gloom.
Firewalk: you and your wife will love this film. Guaranteed.
This is a partial list. I’ve done my bit. Now, see ’em.
I skipped your review because I didn’t want to spoil the film before I saw it. I will check it out as well as Nicholas Jeelvy’s. Thank you for the recommendations(as well as from the other commenters) and I look forward to searching them out. In particular the Cagney one. I’ve never seen a film with him I didn’t like.(Favorite being Billy Wilder’s One, Two, Three)
Yes, indeed this film was reviewed here some time back, and indeed I chimed in to say I thought the movie was completely awful save somewhat for scenery and ambience. I also read the comments and am shocked more people don’t think the same.
You’re right! It didn’t make any sense! The meaning of this movie is entirely kabbalistic and I have no idea how ordinary people make any sense of it. That cutting the fingers business, gross! It has no exoteric meaning. I didn’t want to say anything because the vibe was so positive, but I don’t see how ordinary people get any sense out of most modern media, particularly pop songs. Emperors new clothes, I guess.
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