The only film where you will witness Madeye Moody and Voldemort sit in a bar and call each other cunts.

What a conversation between Harry and Ken would sound like if they were talking about some lame person who doesn't like this movie:

Harry: So he's having a really nice time watching In Bruges?
Ken: Well, I'm having a really nice time watching In Bruges. I'm not sure it's really his cup of tea. 
Harry: (Stunned silence) What? 
Ken: You know... I'm not sure it's really his thing. 
Harry: What do you mean it's not really his thing? What's that supposed to mean? It's not really his thing... What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Ken: Nothing, Harry. 
Harry: But it's a masterpiece, isn't it? How can a masterpiece not be somebody's fucking thing?  The brilliant fucking dialogue, the perfect fucking casting, the wonderful fucking blend of the most hilarious dark humor with spine-tingling drama and character development... how can that not be somebody's fucking thing? How can that be?

someone: h-
me: Colin Farrell won the Golden Globe for Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture — Com
someone: i didn’t as-
me: edy or Musical for his performance as Ray, a guilt-stricken hitman, in the dark comedy In Bruges (2008) dir Martin McDonagh

Pure fucking brilliance. Everything fucking works. Fucking humour, fucking emotions, fucking Ralph fucking Fiennes is the fucking best fucking ever.

"You're an inanimate fuckin' object!"

I cannot get over that line. It's so fucking good.

"I'm sorry for calling you an inanimate object. I was upset."

colin farrell is such a daddy. please, colin, carry me away from bruges in your strong irish arms.

i hate myself for liking mcdonagh :/ and i also hate mcdonagh :/

I think Martin McDonough is officially my favorite screenwriter.

I loved the part where Mad-Eye Moody called Voldemort a cunt while Fleur Delacour bailed out Grindelwald from jail.

Wow I’m so original.

From the opening shots, I have loved this film.
10 years later, it holds up wonderfully.

Week 11

I love how NYT reviews by women like for this one talk about Colin's lashes and eyebrows in a beating about the bush form "to justify their effect on his acting" because y'all don't want to take women who add Colin Firth/Farrell is hot on their Letterboxed reviews seriously. Meanwhile allowing a man to review a "chick flick" on NYT knowing full well he will bash it to the ends of this earth makes perfect sense I guess. Why are men so afraid to love things that weren't made by Scorcese.

Honestly watching this after failing my final is precisely what this fooking coont needed.

"One gay beer for my gay friend, and one normal beer for me, because I'm normal"
"I'm suicidal, you're suicidal. Everybody's fucking suicidal!"

Also, Colin Farrell could like, get it

p.s fookin Fleur Delacour is still too fookin full of herself.

Beim Wiedersehen gab es nichts, was mich besonders unterhalten hat. Zwar liefert der Film eine interessante Mischung aus Drama und totalem Brainfuck, aber am Ende wurde daraus nichts Ganzes für mich.

And I realized, fuck man, maybe that's what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in fuckin' Bruges. And I really really hoped I wouldn't die.

Honestly one of the best movies ive ever seen, ive never had so much fun while also experiencing anxiety for the characters. From the fast pacing that knew when to slow down, to the witty dark humor that balanced the dark subject matter, this movie knew how to play both sides of a coin. Phenomenal acting from both Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson who were both able to be fucking hilarious in a dark gritty plot line. Yeah there were a few kinks to the movie, but I had so much fun watching it that I can overlook them. Wow. Just. Wow.