When I left the theater after seeing this film with one of my best girlfriends, there was only one way I could describe how I felt: victimized. All parties involved in the production of this film should be ashamed of themselves for knowingly creating a mainstream film which embraces such a flamboyant and irresponsible exploitation of extremely attractive, sensitive, bracelet-wearing male Irish musicians.

I never stood a chance against the combined powers of Gerard Butler and Jeffrey Dean Morgan in their stupidly charming roles, and was led down a romantic path of idealism paved with sentimentalism like a doomed, sobbing rat following the sexiest pied piper(s) to ever walk the planet.

American female population, you have been warned.