Pursuing his scruffy-rebel, I’m-a-movie-star-but-without-the-fookin’-shite career path, Colin Farrell lurches through Neil Jordan’s Ondine with the worried brow of a much older man — I couldn’t help thinking about the Dan Hedaya-esque old character actor he’ll someday become. He’s undoubtedly exuding imperial glamor and sincerity at the moment, though, with his dark, large, steady eyes. And good thing: In and out of theaters in a flash, Ondine needs all the amperage it can get.
