The Monk review: ‘A Christmas Carol, with added misery, and without the redeemable protagonist’

Rex Ryan takes on Gerry Hutch in 'The Monk'. Photo: John Anderson Jnr

Chris Wasser

The walls are closing in on Rex Ryan’s Gerry Hutch. A crabby, dishevelled figure – too tired to tell his story, too scared not to – Hutch sits alone in his holding cell at Dublin’s Special Criminal Court, waiting for the guards to call him out. Five minutes, they tell him, and he’ll be up. In five minutes, Hutch will either walk away a free man, or he’ll be convicted of murder.

Whatever happens, Hutch will deal with it. He’ll adapt, figure out his next move, his next game plan. In the meantime, he might remove the beard – the shaggy hair, too. He might also start to retrace the steps that led him to this moment, this cell, this legacy.