Resurrection Man

Eoin MacNamee's screenplay loses some of the visceral quality so powerfully evoked in his own novel, and the sense of place suffers badly from the movie having been shot entirely outside of Belfast.

A heavily fictionalised account of the life of notorious Loyalist murderer Lenny Murphy, the film admirably conveys the arbitrary nature of sectarian violence in Belfast in the 1970's, and the performances are universally excellent. Not for the squeamish, the film reminds us just how far Northern Ireland has had to come on its present peace process.

I found this film to be both disgusting and insulting on every level. 'The Troubles', generally, do not make good subject matter for a movie (just look at 'The Devil's Own') but this is far worse than just a perversion of the truth. The killings in the film are glamorized as 'Pulp Fiction'-type sadism and the sectarian element is embarrassingly brushed aside. The film contains little element of 'gritty realism' (the locations look nothing like Belfast -it was shot in England), the performances and the script are dreadful, and the film never seems to know where it is going, or even why this tale is worth telling! In terms of politics,it is much to close to the bone but even without the Irish element it is a terrible film which thinks far to highly of itself. Exactly what are we supposed to feel for the lead character (he is given no redeeming qualities) and what are we supposed to take away from this film? Stuart Townsend's performance is one of the most insulting I've seen. He plays with the audience knowingly, as if he feels he has our respect and awe.My writing may seem garbled but truthfully I do consider myself a just film critic : that said, I consider this to be one of the worst films I've ever seen. Garbage.

Anyone who is familiar with the case of the Shankill Butchers should know that this movie is a travesty, and a disgrace to the victims and their families, and to everyone in Northern Ireland, regardless of their background. 99% fiction with 1% truth. The fact that the writer/director is cashing in on such a horrible era of brutality is almost as shameful as the pathetic popcorn-entertainment we've been subjected to with this movie.

"Artistic license" has been stretched to the point of snapping with this director. If you have an interest in history and the story of the Northern Irish troubles, this movie ain't for you.

Read Martin Dillon's book on the subject, "The Shankill Butchers", for a real insight into the events. I also urge you to try and get your hands on "Lost Lives", a book chronicling every death as a result of the N. Irish troubles from 1968 to 1999.

Failing that, here is Wikipedia's entry on the Butchers: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shankill_Butchers

I guess this was as far as the filmmakers could go without actually calling Kelly Murphy. So instead of the audience being shown a film that could be called a true story, the events portrayed, however close to real life, take on an air of the surreal. The fact that there was a gang who did this sort of thing and a whole lot worse in the name of sectarian hatred is not made clear. Maybe they thought worldwide audiences would struggle with this concept, and introduced some kind of psychopathic blood lust to make the whole thing more believable. As it is, watching this film, and having read Martin Dillon's excellent book, I was left feeling frustrated, that an opportunity to portray the actual events was badly missed, being dumped into a crypto-fascist mishmash of conflicting motives. Living in N. Ireland, we know that there were and are people who could do this sort of thing and justify it on religious grounds..the film just isn't brave enough to say this, and so we are left with this psycho loner character that is frankly laughable. the gang weren't held in some kind of thrall by this psycho, acting against their will, they actually killed while Murphy was in prison, to make him look innocent. Townsend does what he was asked to do, it's just a pity he wasn't asked to do the right thing.

Resurrection Man, by Eoin McNamee, is a masterpiece in visceral storytelling and in evoking the back streets of Belfast.

This ''adaptation'' loses almost all of these qualities and leaves us feeling disgusted we wasted our time watching this tripe.

Director Marc Evens thinks that he's Scorsesse and that he can make the Northern Ireland troubles cool by using the same techniques(slow-motion,freeze,70's music) and it just shows what it really is.

A pale imitation of a masterpiece (Goodfellas) and a terrible adaptation