Despite the (mostly) aggressive and negative portrait the IRA, with no real emphasis on the atrocious behaviour of the loyalists, this film is a hauntingly beautiful tale of longing and redemption. Day-Lewis and Watson are electric - the former delivers a scene-stealing performance as the lovelorn Maggie. The gritty, war-torn atmosphere is achieved nicely, and the cinematography is cold and bleak. Simply masterful.
In my book, this is the single most accurate physical embodiment of a boxer ever captured on film. Even though the script does not wrap me up emotionally, every movement of Lewis' Danny Flynn feels straight out of a run down gym. I don't sing rapturous praise of the storytelling, but goddamn does Day Lewis have some scenes.