On Raglan Road.. In Bruges

Rating: 10/10 (8 September 2014)

All I could muster to say after watching In Bruges was 'Nothing'. Literally Dumb stuck on how brilliant this movie was. Read quite a few reviews complaining about soundtrack not in sync with the story line, but for me that was mesmerizing, What can be better than the 'On Raglan Road' by 'The Dubliners' for that particular scene - "DO NOT WANT TO PUT SPOILERS HERE", But that scene stole the show.
Colin Farrell - His best performance so far, Quirky yet emotional. Brendan Gleeson - Brilliant would be an understatement for his portrayal of Ken. Ralph Fiennes - I now cannot imagine anyone as Harry but him. The Message he leaves with the Motel Owner "Receptionist" was hilariously accusing.
STARS of the movie.
Story - Have never seen any movie with such a story this for me has raised the bar for defining good movies , completely off shelf, fresh, though its a movie on hit men it will make you feel sympathetic towards all characters in the movie though they have Grey shades.
Bruges - The film is extensively shot in Bruges, a medieval city beautifully shot, excellent cinematography. I just fell in love with this place, And now Bruges is on my dream list of places to visit.
Dialogues - Quick, quirky, funny and yet speaks a lot about integrity and humanity. Harry's role stands out, 'You got to stick with your principles'
Soundtrack - Excellent tracks through out the movie absolutely fitting scores matching the beautiful city, and again On Raglan Road with that particular scene gives me goose bumps.
Its a must watch movie. A complete fresh way of looking at things. Though it has a serious story line the way it has been written makes it funny yet emotional, quirky yet soothing, Cruel yet sympathetic.
DO NOT MISS THIS...
Also like to share this poem On Raglan Road by Patrick Kavanagh Sung by The Dubliners...
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay - O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay - When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.
Heaven "In Bruges"