If you had to cast an actor to play a West Country Irish policeman, who better than Brendan Gleeson?
That’s the good news.
Director-screenwriter John Michael McDonagh tries to push the odd-couple chemistry, but it’s a no-go. He also tricks out the film with jokey references to spaghetti westerns and has the drug dealers improbably pepper their dialogue with references to Bertrand Russell and Nietzsche.
This black comedy needed to be a whole lot blacker and funnier.