So what does Tolstoy’s trepidations of carnality or the tortured lives of anchorites have to do with The Banshees of Inisherin, an austerely beautiful new movie about desire and solitude set on a small Irish island? Maybe the Anglo-Irish writer-director Martin McDonagh was aware of Tolstoy’s pro-Irish sympathies and inspired to make a coded homage to the great Russian artist and visionary?