Finnegan's Foursome (2026) Holy Putter and Other Irish Wonders

Two rival brothers and their adult children travel to Ireland to scatter their father's ashes, turning clashing egos and comic mishaps into an unexpected week of family bonding.

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Stepping into Finnegan’s Foursome, I felt like I’d accidentally signed up to star in an Irish tourism ad. The scenery is stunning – lush greens and Atlantic coastlines that make even a city slicker like me itch to swing a club. Burns really did his homework: they filmed in Dublin, Wicklow, and even County Mayo, and he calls the local Carne course “the most glorious in Ireland”. If I squint hard enough, I almost expect a leprechaun to pop out from the dunes and yell “FORE!”

The movie wears its Irish creds proudly. From rugged cliffs to cozy pubs, it has Ireland written all over it. It’s essentially a warm, quirky family dramedy – think dysfunctional relatives on a golf holiday. Burns and Broadway veteran Brian d’Arcy James play feuding brothers, and Erica Hernandez is a riot as the spunky niece who’s basically the glue keeping this circus together. Burns himself admits he took up golf after his mother died, making it a “sacred ritual” with his dad – an experience that literally inspired this story.

Plot-wise, you get exactly what the official synopsis promises: “Two rival brothers and their adult children head to Ireland to honor their late father’s final wish: scattering his ashes on the coastal golf course he adored”. What begins as a clash of egos and ancient grudges turns into a surprisingly sweet week of bonding. Along the way there’s plenty of dry humor and, of course, those jaw-dropping fairways that practically star themselves. And yes, there’s even a pub sing-along of “The Parting Glass” – our stoic Teddy even grabs the mic and belts it out to honor Dad. It’s honestly enough to make you reach for the Kleenex.

Of course, this isn’t high art. Burns sometimes leans on the old trope of men acting like cartoon mugs for cheap laughs. If you’re not a fan of guys looking gloriously bumbling (and, let’s be real, a lot of 40-something bros swigging Guinness and falling over themselves), brace yourself: a few gags land as forced as an American trying Gaelic on St. Paddy’s Day. But honestly, the tone is so affable and good-natured that you’ll usually forgive the fumbles. The heart is genuine, and by the final scene the brothers really do learn more than just how to improve their swings.

All told, Finnegan’s Foursome left me surprisingly charmed. It’s a feel-good slice of Americana-meets-Ireland – basically Michael Flatley on a golf cart. I laughed more than I expected and even dabbed a tear during that pub number. It’s the kind of movie that sneaks up on you: you start out expecting a goofy golf romp and end with a lump in your throat. If nothing else, leave prepared to crave a pint and maybe even text your old man “I love ya” – just for kicks. I’m giving it 6.0/10 – not a hole-in-one, but a friendly par.

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