St. Patrick's Day Massacre

The prologue starts off well a good. Folks are in an Irish pub having a good time. There's a bit of humor, and one might think there is potential for nice, low budget movie. One would be wrong.

After a drawn-out, obvious, conclusion to the fate of our future baddie, we fast forward 200 years to the present. Four American women, three of whom are indistinguishable from one another and their odd, Velma-ish tag along, are in Dublin, at a bar on St. Patrick's Day.

Complaining about the lack of any real Irish charm of said bar, a creepy local dude convinces them to head over to a pub he owns that's 200 years old. See where this is headed?

Yes, the road signs for this movie are obvious to everyone except our four maidens who just want to have fun. Why they think they'll find it at a dark, abandoned, dusty, old pub in the middle of nowhere is beyond logic. But it gets even more illogical when creepy local dude convinces them to just spend the night there because, rain or something.

If you make it an hour and fifteen minutes into the film, all credibility will have washed away as you watch the painfully slow attack of the movie's villain. The only thing more painful is the equally slow 2nd amendment defense by one of the "indistinguishables"!

This is a movie where you need to set your expectations low, because it will struggle to meet that bar; even a bar that lacks any authentic Irish charm.