Or perhaps fools seldom differ. Probably the latter. Anyway, for Christmas this year, myself, my sister and my brother all got my father The Guard on DVD. Yes indeed, good to see such clear lines of communication between siblings. Anyway, we opened one of them today (the other two will be returned in January sales, or passed on as birthday presents) and sat down to watch it between the main course and dessert today. Experience has taught me that it’s better to leave a break between courses with Christmas dinner. That way you leave room for pudding and trifle. (N.B. pudding means actual Christmas pudding, not the wishy-washy pudding means any-type-of dessert-English-way-of-usage.) I think it’s a masterpiece of a film. I love it from beginning to end; the rest of the family didn’t seem too convince. My brother and sister were perhaps a bit lukewarm in their reception of it. Dad described himself as being “disappointed” and Mam kept falling asleep (although a strong dose of antibiotics might have played a part in that). Still, I reckon it’s a cracker. It’s really dark and subversive, and really shows off the Westsh of Ireland for all its rugged beauty and muted bigotry. Also, the soundtrack is really, really cool and Wendell’s a bit of alright.