Nigel O'Neill's character isn't an accountant any longer, tough looking Aoife Duffin is less of a "young tearaway" than a mother whose child is being raised in a foster home. At the heart of the story her birthday gift is better appreciated by the adult males than by the child; if O'Neill's Eddie is a mule for drugs he's using the most unlikely means possible for conveying it. Initially there's fumbling for pills, disposing of a dead dog, falling into chill water. It's what you can expect in this movie. "Take care of yourself," one character tells another as they separate probably for good. Good luck. There's sympathy for natural things--birds, a lamb; there's countryside in damp snow; a sanctified overview, if you like, in the title. But the characters scarcely realize how befuddled their grip on things is. Should I feel sorry about that?
Review of Behold the Lamb
