Calvary ★★★★½

Can't fault anyone turned off by the glibness of CALVARY, that slight sense of caricature and quirk that permeates the parishioners of Father James' (Brendan Gleeson) little Irish village — especially when wrapped in such grimness (revenge, death, sexual abuse). But dammit, doesn't this clash capture the sublime folly of existence?

How do you cope with the darkness, the everyday malaise? These characters, like so many of us, detach via alcohol and sex, or in less self-destructive fashion, lose themselves in books; McDonagh softens the despair with humor. Sometimes all you can do is laugh.