"Waiting for Dublin" can't end soon enough. From the first moments, it's hard to think of a faker replication of WWII in the movies. Adrift on the fest circuit for more than a year, "Dublin" will vanish during its brief Stateside theatrical run.
Waiting for Dublin” can’t end soon enough. From the first moments, it’s hard to think of a faker replication of WWII in the movies, with Allied flyboys sounding as though had they time-traveled from today, Dutch actors cast as Nazi soldiers with thick Dutch accents and a jolly Eire setting straight from an Irish Spring commercial. Besides a lovely discovery in red-maned actor Jade Yourell, the pic’s only interest lies in some fine aerial sequences featuring fighter planes from the era. Adrift on the fest circuit for more than a year, “Dublin” will vanish during its brief Stateside theatrical run.
Having foolishly bet $10,000 with an Al Capone associate that he’ll shoot down a fifth enemy plane to earn his stripes as an ace, Mike (Andrew Keegan, miscast) must make an emergency landing with co-pilot Twickers (Hugh O’Conor) in the remote Irish countryside. With Ireland neutral during wartime, the flyboys must wait for a Dublin cop (Frank Kelly) to drive cross-country to retrieve them. Absurd complications and annoying dollops of whimsy are desperately served up, while Mike ends up fighting for the heart of pretty lass Maggie (Yourell).