This is probably my favorite movie of all time, so grain of salt, etc.
Top to bottom, front to back, this thing is perfect. It pushes my buttons in the right ways. It agitates me in the right ways. It gets into sensitive issues in the right ways. It makes me choke up in the right ways.
I hate Ray (Farrell). He’s a colossal fucking asshole. It’s fun to see him squirm for a while, and then you see him sob.
I love Ken (Gleason). You want to see him enjoy Bruges, but the shadow overhead feels too dark for this to be a simple vacation.
This movie breaks my heart. The balance between hysterical comedy and heart-shattering drama balances along the tiniest thread, but it never falls.
And god bless Ralph Fiennes for the most hilariously pointless and mean insult in movie history.