Hysterical Irish farce in which a poor struggling actor has his brother, his landlord, and his girlfriend all die in individual accidents in his flat on the same day, so he teams up with his alcoholic writer friend to come up with a plausible explanation for all the bodies. Pitch black humor mixed with a healthy dose of slapstick as each of their ideas just make the situation worse. Dylan Moran plays the drunken writer and is completely disheveled and hilarious.

A prime example of a meta-movie done right.

The greatest weakness, I think, is the reliance of absurd circumstance to further the black humour, but it's brilliant when it takes full advantage of this. It's difficult to pull off a film of this sort, so their efforts are commendable. If there were more scenes involving the 'unexpected interruption' device then I might have given it a higher score.

it starts out quite slow, but manages to hit its stride towards the middle. the off beat story is original and it's complemented by some low key acting by the leads. it's a nice flick, but not a standart comedy for everyone.

Not really as funny as I would have hoped but Dylan Moran was the perfect rogue to pull this strange little film off.

nice little black comedy not bad at all

I love movies where the conflict spins farther and farther out of control with every attempt to solve it, so I enjoyed this immensely.

Yeah I giggled. Alot. And Dylan Moran? Fecking genius. Mark: This is a lie Pierce. Pierce: Shut up! It's not. It's the new truth.

Really nice score, and the film's pitch never wavers far from the promised black. But the storyline is just way too predictable and lazy -- even if that's sort of the point -- to care much about it. This has all the characterization of a short film, with a plot that could have really used one.

The first hour is absolutely fantastic, as it manages to set up an increasingly (but delightfully) improbable plot, but ultimately the final twenty minutes or so can't live up to the initial promise; it's still good, but it's hard to get away from the feeling that the ending was tacked on after a long period of writer's block. That said, Doherty's great as writer and star, but it's really Moran (as ever) who steals the show.

"The smarmily organic execution pivots upon unpredictable flourishes of postmodern reflexivity and quiet nods to the perplexing traditions of Irish storytelling." - Joseph Jon Lanthier

Clever enough, I guess. It wasn't very funny, though. Might be a mood thing, but this did little for me.