Last night I re-watched Martin McDonagh’s In Bruges, because I will watch anything with Brendan Gleeson in it, up to and including Brendan Gleeson’s house (until those busybody cops and local judges put an end to that...what the hell does 500 yards mean, anyway? am I supposed to carry a big tape measure with me at all times?). Plus I’m a big fan of McDonagh’s plays, which are like Sam Shepard directed by Martin Scorsese.

The first time I watched it, I thought it was good, but not all that great—there are a couple of scenes that are really striking, but overall it struck me as pretty uneven in a few too many places. On a second viewing, there are still some uneven bits, but fewer than I remembered, the really striking scenes are just as powerful as the first viewing, it’s beautifully shot, and it’s just a damn good movie all around. Plus there are moments of just glorious weirdness, like this shot, which requires no context to be appreciated.

That, and some quality soundtrack work (it was produced by Carter Burwell, so that just makes sense).

If you haven’t seen it, it’s well worth a look on Netflix.