Oisín Ó Maoileoin

Oisín Ó Maoileoin pops up in Fréwaka (2024), and honestly, the guy brings a certain edge that makes you wanna keep watching. The film isn’t your usual walk in the park—think ancient Irish folklore crashing headfirst into modern-day chaos, with a sprinkle of the supernatural just to mess with your head. It’s gritty, it’s weirdly beautiful, and you’ll probably sit there for a minute after the credits roll, just trying to process what the hell happened. The story hooks you right from the start: there’s this tiny, isolated community tucked away somewhere most people would never bother to visit, and suddenly, strange things start happening. People get jittery, old secrets crawl out of the woodwork, and Oisín’s character? Man, he’s the guy who’s seen too much and trusts almost nobody. There’s tension everywhere—between old traditions and new ways, between the living and the dead, and between people who desperately want to believe in something bigger than themselves and those who just want to survive. The atmosphere drips with unease, kind of like you’re watching fog roll in at dusk, and you know something’s out there, but you can’t quite see it. Every scene feels heavy with history, like the land itself remembers every mistake people have made there. Oisín’s performance ties it all together, making the weirdness feel grounded, almost raw. It’s the sort of film that sticks with you, not because it’s comfortable, but because it dares you to look a little closer.