Watching Ordinary Decent Criminal - a those-crazy-gangsters take on the Martin Cahill story, bankrolled by Miramax and easily beaten to the screens by John Boorman's The General - I cannot help but bow my head in silent memory of the Great Oirish Actor Famine of 1998-1999.
That, of course, is the only logical explanation why a film about a notorious Irish gangster, set in Ireland, filmed in Ireland, directed by an Irishman and crewed in large part by Irish technicians, is so packed to the gunnels with, err, English and American thesps.
Kevin Spacey. Linda Fiorentino. Stephen Dillane. Patrick Malahide - all terrible variations on De Brogue.
Peter Mullan & David Hayman - a pair of Scots, they at least dialled down the shillelaghisms and kept to, you know, acting rather than impersonating.
Vincent Regan - Welsh-born, but with Irish family and moved to Ireland as a teen. With him it's not the accent that's distracting, it's the bulgey-eye angry thing he's forced to do. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! FUUUCK!!!” etc.
And then... Helen Baxendale. An English-born, English-raised English actor who had trouble putting on an English accent in Friends. I'm sure you can guess how her Irish turned out.
With all this nonsense going on, no wonder no one objected to Colin Farrell. (And no complaints regarding Gerard McSorley's quick turn as a barrister, or Tim Loane as a Provo.)