"I just don’t like you no more." So declared Brendan Gleeson in last year’s BAFTA-winning fable and Irish Civil War allegory, The Banshees of Inisherin. A devastatingly matter-of-fact dismissal, coldly delivered, and one that sent Pádraic Súilleabháin (Colin Farrell) spiraling into existential crisis.
It was a sequence of events I recalled as a once-dear friendship of my own fell apart, less than 12 months after I saw the film. I’m lucky enough to have cultivated a wide and diverse group of friends, gathering chums from all avenues of life, from childhood through to university and various dead-end jobs.
