The Banshees of Inisherin (2025) is a haunting meditation on friendship, isolation, and the echoes of regret that linger long after words are spoken.
Years after a bitter falling-out, two aging friends — Pádraic (Colin Farrell) and Colm (Brendan Gleeson) — find themselves once again drawn together by circumstance and the island’s eerie stillness. But the silence between them has grown heavier than the crashing Atlantic waves. What was once companionship has curdled into something spectral — a shared grief neither man can name.
As winter descends and the mist thickens, strange occurrences stir on the island: ghostly cries in the night, animals behaving oddly, and whispers of an old legend — that when friendship dies unnaturally, a banshee will mourn the living instead of the dead.
Each man begins to unravel in his own way. Pádraic clings to the fragile hope of reconciliation, while Colm, haunted by the weight of his own choices, sees only the inevitability of solitude. Between them, the banshee — seen only as a faint, drifting figure in the fog — becomes both omen and mirror, reflecting their shared loss and the futility of pride.
