In Bruges: If you think in stereotypes, look away

An inanimate fucking object.

Why Bruges? This a question that hasn't got a specific answer. It's one of those questions that has purely subjective answers and all of them are correct.

The same thing is true about this Martin McDonagh film. Bruges is a beautiful city but who cares when you can meet racist midgets, fat offended men, assassins, a hot chick that plays tricks on you, a killer with manners and a rude Canadian.

This movie is breaking all the stereotypes it gets its hands on. And it does it with the kind of humour that you would piss your pants on - you know, the subjective kind, the one that makes you wonder what is so funny, but your laugh your ass off nonetheless.

The plot is good, but what is a lot better are the characters. Even those ones that you meet for a minute. You simply care about them, and this is an ingredient of a job well done by the writers - in this case Martin McDonagh.

Colin Farrell does a brilliant job portraying a grief-stricken professional killer on a holiday that he never wanted to be on in the first place. Brendan Gleeson just proves for yet another time that he is a hugely underestimated actor, while Ralph Fiennes, well Ralph Fiennes is who he is: a brilliant actor.

This is the kind of movie that you watch over and over again, not because you know what will happen, but for further character analysis. And you can't find a fault in that. It just succeeds in making  you laugh every time.

It's the kind of movie that you know there were some drugs involved in the making of it. You just know someone has to have taken tons of mushrooms to turn an entirely obvious situation down on its head. Oh, and there is swearing, plenty of it.

Find out who pulls the trigger first.