NickM said:Ah, I remember well walking home past the Short Strand on the night Bobby Sands expired - the clangour of bin lids on pavement, the stench of burning bus in my nostrils...
Clangour - good word. There's a fair bit of it in the film. And almost no dialogue except for one incredible scene in the middle with Sands talking to a priest. I can't remember what this has to do with octopodes.