One of the WORST types of films...

...because it had so much potential and mileage to be a brilliant film. It looks good, gets the visual zeitgeist of the early 1990s (especially in Belfast, Inchicore doubled up perfectly! with the soldiers, the grafitti, the cars and the rain) and has some nice bits of soundtrack here and there. (The Cranberries opening soundtrack worked kind of well)

Tragically, for someone who ACTUALLY KNOWS about the troubles, why it started and so on, this comes of as jarring, patronising, ignorant and cack-handed. Clearly NO research had been done. Something to spoon feed to American so-called "fenians".

I don't know if Alan J Pakula got some stupid idea into his head to turn his (what would be his last) film into ignorant, jarring bulls**t or whether the studio executives decided to do that in order to milk the "Oirish" element for all it's cash or whether the scriptwriters messed it about so much that Pakula and the producers didn't really care about it but either way, whoever turned it from something good into something rubbish should hang their heads!