You know the drill.
A hardened sheriff with a heart of gold stands as the last barrier between his town and lawlessness. He rides alone, a little rough around the edges, but he’s a man who always gets the job done. Evil strangers arrive threatening his very existence, and only a good old fashioned standoff will put things right. And then a tumbleweed rolls across the lush green hillsides of Ireland.
Yes, that’s right, Ireland.
Yes, that’s right, Ireland.
The Guard, written and directed by John Michael McDonagh and starring the wonderful Brendan Gleeson, is not your average Western. The elements are there - themes, Western music and epic gun fight. But transported to the wild west of Ireland, more specifically to the beautiful but often grey Galway, the film gives a much fresher take on the old genre.
It’s bitingly funny, moving, gritty and sometimes violent, but the key to what makes this movie so enjoyable is how much you care about Gleeson’s anti-hero at the centre. He plays Sergeant Gerry Boyle, a Garda in a small town suddenly faced with an upsurge in drug running, FBI agents and vaguely ritualistic murders. It’s his light and shade that provide both the best comic, and moving, moments. Don Cheadle, in fine form and wonderful velour suit, plays the straight laced FBI man sent into unfamiliar territory and the two create a kind of buddy pic vibe, each trying to figure the other one out.
Facing off against them is a chillingly villainous Mark Strong as the leader of the new criminal gang who will stop at nothing to succeed.
In a way it’s a small story, but made epic by the characters who populate it. The direction captures the essence of small town Ireland (I know, I’ve been there) and doesn’t shy away from the big action moments. Some audience members might take a few minutes to clue into the accents as I did, but after that it’s real gem, the comedy flowing from the film’s very Irish nature.
4/5