Best International Documentary, Docfest, Atlanta, 2006
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Cork International Film Festival, Ireland. Gala Screening, Belfast Film Festival, N. Ireland.Docfest, USA.Datatransfer, Prague.Galway Film Festival, Ireland.Atlanta Underground Film Festival, USA. Liverpool Irish Festival, UK. Guelph International Film Festival, Canada. Foyle Film Festival, N. Ireland.
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Paul Grattan, the autor and narrator of GuinnessSize Me, has written a poem about Guinness called Arrette;
Arrette
And if ther be any thyng that displese hem, I preye hem also that they arrette it to the
defaute of myn unkonnynge and nat to my wyl
- Chaucer, Canterbury Tales
The black silt of swally has become
my arses acrid hanger on. What paper,
puppy-plump or kitten-soft could wipe
this insult from my bum. A ticker-taper
tuft of hairs is hardening opinion as we speak,
in hard and difficult to reach terrain. In truth,
this throne of Royal Doulton retains both heat
and dignity in the face of cheeks
backed up solid for a week. Like the poor
the Garry Glitters are always with us.
About me: On the 23rd of May 2005, against all medical advice, two Northern Irish filmmakers decided to find out what would happen if they consumed nothing but Guinness for a week. Armed with a car full of booze the boys hurl themselves headlong into the heart of Ireland's hedonistic drinking culture. The lads' initial enthusiasm for the project is soon dampened when good-natured drunken banter gives way to unrelenting hunger pangs and continual in-fighting punctuated only by small outbursts of genuine camaraderie. After two days and forty-plus pints each and struggling to cope with "the fear" they escape towards the Republic of Ireland. Dublin, their first stop and ancestral home of Guinness, provides them no relief as they trawl through high-class members' bars and sweaty clubs alike...with further bouts of drunken squabbling. They then head for Galway where events take a turn for the worse. After a series of chance encounters with psychopathic killers, fights with go-go dancers and weak bladders they finally head for Ireland's southern coast. It is only here that the lads begin to find their salvation, their constant urge to move sated by their all-pervading tiredness and sense of sanctuary.
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y'know everytime we go over the border i say 'where are we?, and how do you feel?' to get bert to do the 'free man' thing.*snort* did you read that article about the movie from the Irish Time supplement a while ago?
