At the outset of this film I was eager to see how it would play out and perhaps reflect the ethos of mid-1970s Brooklyn Irish-American culture, at least among an element of the folks. While obviously not a documentary film, I was still eager to get a sense of the time and place. By the end of the film, especially where the son refuses his father's goodwill gesture of a farewell handshake, I just gave up. As a graduate of UCLA film school (1980) and as one who has studied and written about Irish and Irish-American film, I wondered how the filmmaker/s could end on such a dreadful note. Not only that, but I had recently viewed "Black Irish" (2008), and I wondered if a plot outline for "White Irish Drinkers" (2010) had been grabbed from an encyclopedia book shelf (or a database?) and reworked around the good son/bad son theme.