One of my favourite recent films to come from Ireland was Ondine.

Visually, there isn't a more waterlogged film. I adore it's complete dampness, which captures what I miss most from home — not just the sea itself, but how it creeps over every rock and lends such gritty beauty. I'm sure that it's because I grew up in this landscape that I never completely love anything pristine or in bright primary colours. I always want murkiness and something rough around the edges. Give me rust and moss and lichen and chipped paint. Layer it up and wear it down. Let time work on it.

Movie stills from Ondine (2009), dir. Neil Jordan, Irish Film Board
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