A biopic of the Irish journalist who exposed the cornucopia of drugs and dirty money and was assassinated for it. This was bland, sparse, of limited dramatic range and not eloquent, honest, touching, dangerous or blissfully cruel. Sure corruption, excess and infinitely vile narcissistic pathological liars are exposed as inane drivel is uttered. But Guerin really only succeeded in enraging criminals, storing up trouble for herself and alienating bad bad people who killed her for it. The epilogue is full of sap and is factually inaccurate and out of date, nothing changed.
“Can you tell me how this Ballyfermot lowlife has £300,000 to launder in an Amsterdam casino?”
“Stop this. Write about fashion.”