wish my name were irish

so i watched the wind that shakes the barley tonight with my host mother, as it was an assignment from our trinity professor.  maybe it just wasn’t as good as michael collins or in the name of the father.  or maybe i’m desensitized to it all now.  or maybe, because i’ve just recently learned about the history (as in yesterday and today), i was paying more attention to the historical aspect of it.  but the wind that shakes the barley did not make me sob like the rest of them.  wathing cillian murphy be a badass irish revolutionary was enjoyable nonetheless.

makes the movie so worthwhile

embarrassing part?  had to put on subtitles because their accents were so thick.