One thing about being Catholic, says Coleman to his brother and archenemy, Valene, in the sooty kitchen of their house in the west of Ireland, is that you get to confess your sins. "Sure I can shoot me own dad's head off an' still go to heaven," he says, "as long as I'm really sorry." Coleman has, in fact, just shot his dad's head off. The mood around the house is understandably tense, and the brothers wage a long-running, petty war over stashes of poteen (potato whiskey), insurance money,... More >>>