And Now, Resuming Normal Programming

I saw this movie when it premiered at the Film Festival earlier this year, and it's sick. Literally.

"The result is one of the year's best films, an extraordinarily measured examination of life inside Belfast's Maze prison where, in 1981, 10 members of the Irish Republican Army died from hunger strikes that gripped the outside world but couldn't sway Margaret Thatcher's British government. Punctuated by bloody, institutionalised violence, Hunger is an examination of the body as a weapon of last resort."

My obvious Republican sympathies aside, this is a great movie. It's out now in selected cinemas, and you need to see it. I mean, Gott Damm, if 'bloody, institutionalised violence' isn't a big enough draw card for you then go see it for the 'dirty protest' that the prisoners engage in which sees them smearing their own shit on the walls of their cells in curiously artistic patterns.