I’m an immigrant in the U.S. When my accent gives me away, I’m often asked where I’m from, which somehow leads to the discovery that the other person is also Irish. Or Scottish. Usually Irish.

I’m not offended so much as confused. “I am Irish” carries an expectation of shared culture and experience. When that’s clearly not what’s being offered, it lands less as connection and more hollow. Offense arises when clichés or affected accents appear. That’s no longer about identity; it’s just being an eejit.

Agreed; Tony has a problem. Tony gets angry. Tony solves problem by killing/having killed said person responsible for the problem was very much the dominant and highly repetitive story line. There was some nuance, sure, but not enough for my liking.