Review by cordenw

Sorry but I couldn't get hooked on this movie and I could tell from the start that things wouldn't be improving as the story unfolded.

In fact I didn't have the fortitude to get through to the end as I got mired in the trite Irishness of the opening scenes.

I mean how many Irish movies have we seen with the wife at the kitchen sink peeling spuds .

There she is, apron and headscarf over a St Vincent de Paul frock, crying and moaning at her husband who's either in the pub, going to the pub or just returning from the pub.

All Irish husbands and Grandfathers have flat caps , work the fields or are fishermen..... and all, without exception, are flat broke, penniless.

But, because they are Irish, they are happy, they can sing and they can tell stories about leprechauns and Banshees while they knock back pint after pint of Guinness.

That's the substructure of every shamrock movie that I've ever seen and I guess the story that they layered on top of it was about some mysterious superstitious happening that affected a friendship.

Don't know... never could get past the opening to see what was what and I don't think I missed much in the passing.

Not my cup of four leaf clover I have to say.