Film reviewers see so many copycat films, that when something fresh comes along, we tend to get over-excited. After viewing “When Brendan Met Trudy,” I found myself thinking back to scenes I hadn’t seen before, or at least scenes done with such an affectionate flurry that they seemed original. I found myself relating to this fellow. I know what it’s like to be caught up in a great movie. And I certainly remember what it’s like to be so in love that you find yourself doing things that previously held no interest. Opposites do attract. The characters are oddballs, yet relatable. The comic spin on daily doldrums is imaginative. And the performances, though somewhat wacky, are sincere and honest. Unfortunately, like so many Irish films that spotlight blue-collar working stiffs, it has an air of crudeness. I get the impression that none of the characters closes the bathroom door. Cursing is second nature to each of them. And sex is not the extension of romantic ardor, but merely a biological function as as mundane as defecating. Yes, it is fresh, often funny, but it is also extremely crude and profane. And while it attempted to put a fresh slant on the romantic comedy, I found myself wishing I was viewing any of the films the lead was seeing each time he attended a film retrospective.
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