Oh, lads and lassies, 'tis Saint Patrick's Day, the day of the Christian Feast of St. Patrick, honoring the third century missionary who brought the blessed word of Christian faith to the pagan Celtics of that Emerald Isle, Ireland. Luckily for us though, we've managed to twist this formerly religious holiday into a day of godless hedonism by focusing on Irish heritage and culture instead, which coincidentally revolves around consuming vast amounts of alcohol (Guinness, if you please), getting into drunken brawls, sexually assaulting strangers (and if they're any decent, they'll reciprocate) and wearing something green, anything, even if you have to draw a shamrock shape on your hand with marker, otherwise, everyone else gets to maim you with any two fingers at a time. Also, nobody says
shit; on the day of our beloved St. Patrick, we all say
shite.
It's also a day for watching movies about Irish folk, preferably while you drink beer and lay around in your green underwear, and so...
SOME O' THE BEST (AND SOME O' THE WORST) MOVIES FOR PERPETUATING IRISH STEREOTYPES (as well as a few others because some people insist on honest human portrayals, and, you know, good taste)
FOR THE "FAMILY FUN" SET
DARBY O'GILL AND THE LITTLE PEOPLE (1959) Rated G (but contains some scary moments/images and mild violence)
3 1/2 out of 4 stars
From the early days of Disney live-action features, when simplistic family films were made on the cheap in order to finance the expensive
and now-waning animation studio, came this definitive assembly of Irish stereotypes and cliches, all in highly-appealing, foot-tapping family gem. Darby O'Gill (
Albert Sharpe) is a rascally old Irish coot who's getting a mite too old to continue his caretaking duties on Lord Fitzpatrick's farm, so Fitzpatrick is replacing him with Michael McBride (
Sean "
JAMES FREAKING BOND" Connery), but Darby is too ashamed to admit his forced retirement to his dear daughter Katie (
Janet Munro, a
limey, bloody cheek...). To spare him his shame, the little folk, aka leprechauns, with whom Darby has had a long-standing friendly battle of wits, offer him a place in their kingdom, but instead, Darby tricks their old king, Brian Connors (
Jimmy O'Dea) and makes a deal with him for three wishes, which Darby intends to use to set things right for himself and Katie.
It's got drunken Irishmen, fields of heather, jig-danging leprechauns, thick Irish brogues all around, cauldrons full of gold coins, a wailing banshee and James Bond singing an ol' Irish ditty as he works the crops. You also get retro Disney-hottie Janet Munro, in her first of three Disney roles before she descended into alcoholism and died of a heart attack at age 38.
RANKING ON THE "IRISHNESS" SCALE: 10/10
FOR THE AMERICAN DREAM ROMANTICIST
FAR AND AWAY (1992) Rated PG-13 for some violence and sensuality.
2 out of 4 stars
Way back when they were married,
Tom Cruise and
Nicole Kidman starred in this would-be romantic historical epic as Joseph Donnelly and Shannon Christie, respectively; two Irish immigrants in the late-19th century United States of America.
Ron Howard directed this film with admirable aspirations of being an epic scoped American love story, shot (mostly) on that most epic of film formats, 70mm. Like such films are generally supposed be, it was formulaic, telling the story of two dreamers seeking their fortunes who find themselves thrown together, not exactly warmly at first, but they face the same obstacles and begin to fall in love. Donnelly begins earning income in the unforgiving rings of the Irish district underground boxing circuit, while Shannon works as a burlesque dancer, and then they get married and stake a claim in the Land Run of 1893. Further adding to its credentials as an epic, it ran close to three hours (pretty much a requirement) and featured a musical score by
John Williams. However, the whole thing just doesn't stick beyond some visual grandeur and a rollicking Irish soundtrack; it just lacks the necessary passion (a surprisingly elusive element, to be sure), and while a certain level of formula is desirable, it falls dead without the proper exuberance. In fairness though, some of the womenfolk, those with the stamina anyway, do seem to like it.
RANKING ON THE "IRISHNESS" SCALE: 8/10
FOR THE DEVOTED CINEPHILE
BARRY LYNDON (1975) PG for unspecified reasons (but contains PG-13-level elements of sensuality and violence.)
3 1/4 out of 4 stars
Despite famously infuriating the perfectionist director
Stanley Kubrick following the initial screening, his visually-stylish and longest film (at an epic 184 minutes)
has many fans amongst film circles, including yours truly, for its authentic look, its attention to detail and perfection of deliberate pacing. Beginning in Ireland and culminating in England, it follows the exploits of Irish commoner Barry Lyndon's (
Ryan O'Neal) serendipitous rise and fall within the Bristish aristocracy. It's not for everyone, and I'm sure the average viewer would be prone to boredom, but for the devoted movie fan, it's excellent entertainment based in an immersive world of lush greens and grotesque decadence, with gentle and subtle humor, and seething emotion disguised in social conventions.
RANKING ON THE "IRISHNESS" SCALE: 7/10
FOR THE DEPRAVED DOUCHE-BAG
THE BOONDOCK SAINTS (1999) R for strong violence, language and sexual content.
1 out of 4 stars
If you watch this, not on the recommendation of a friend or an otherwise element of your social circle, it may very well disturb you to learn that it has a very devoted fanbase, enough so that following a disastrous production and a failed theatrical release
, it became a major cult hit on DVD, enough so to justify a theatrically-released sequel. When I took a film analysis class at a university a while back, there was one student who dressed primarily in black, often with variations of death-related imagery printing, and occasionally painted his ill-kept fingernails black. But he wasn't a "goth", because he lacked the grunge style, visual extremities and sharp accents. He was a bit nerdy, but in the creepiest way possible, constantly bordering on angry and was excessively profane. THE BOONDOCK SAINTS was his favorite movie, and he was very vocal about it. I've since learned that he was a fairly solid example of the film's fanbase.
Now, I may not have liked the guy, or people of a similar taste, but I'm not about to condemn a movie on the basis of my negative encounters with people who love it. In all honesty, I expected to enjoy the film for the most part; I never thought I would love it, I suspected it was a case of an alright movie that got too much love from the wrong kind of people, but no. It's more along the lines of
THE TWILIGHT SAGA, where it has a very base level of appeal, i.e. super love for TWILIGHT and vigilante anti-heroism for BOONDOCK SAINTS, but there's very little for the unindoctrinated to appreciate it, let alone to love it.
It's a simplified formula modeled after the work of
Quentin Tarantino, about a couple of all-too-perfect Irish brothers (
Sean Patrick Flanery and
Norman Reedus) who decide they're chosen by God to unleash holy violence upon the mobsters and hoods of Boston, while a homosexual super-cop (played uncomfortably, and perhaps knowingly, over-the-top by
Willem Dafoe) assigned to the case begins to doubt the worth of his pursuit. It's filled with cliches and contrivances, it's clear over on the other side of the intelligence spectrum from the Tarantino films it admires, and it feels like, and was, directed by a bartender. It unabashedly romanticizes violence against those that it considers worth killing, irresponsibly spitting in the face of lawful justice and even encouraging the downfall of due process, which actually wouldn't be so bad except that it doesn't suggest any counterpoint. There's no doubt on display, just a completely biased attitude in favor of murder as a citizen duty against those who murdered first. It's a simple stupid movie for creepy people who watch it on St. Patrick's Day because the first half of the first act takes place on St. Patrick's Day and it's about righteous Irishmen who commit sadistic acts of violence on behalf of God
RANK ON THE "IRISHNESS" SCALE: 5/10
FOR FIGHTERS AGAINST THE SYSTEM
IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER (1993) Rated R for language and politically-generated violence.
3 1/2 out of 4
IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER doesn't even have any direct references to St. Patrick's Day, but it's a patriotic ode to the Emerald Isle based on real-life events wherein an Irish petty thief, Gerry Conlon (
Daniel Day-Lewis), was wrongfully arrested in England for allegedly perpetrating a deadly IRA bombing, and when his father Giuseppe (
Pete Postlethwaite) goes to England to sort things out, he's arrested as an accomplice. They're both convicted and share a cell while serving prolonged prison sentences, and while Gerry falls into despair and prison criminality, Giuseppe remains stalwart in fighting their wrongful conviction, and gradually, Gerry learns the wrongness of his ways and takes up his father's cause.
RANK ON THE "IRISHNESS" SCALE: 5/10
FOR THE BLAND TRADITIONALIST
THE QUIET MAN (1952) Not Rated (about PG level, some mild violence.)
2 out of 4 stars
Technically this one is a classic; it won director
John Ford his fourth and final Academy Award for Best Director and is considered by some to be his masterpiece, and also features
John "The Duke" Wayne in a notable departure from his typical western-genre roles. So yeah, lots of people love it, but not me. It's got nice cinematography (for which it won a second Academy Award) of the lush Irish scenery, but Wayne was always more of a persona than an actor, and the film is never as energetic or savory as the culture of its focus. Still, again I disclaim, I'm a minority opinion on this one.
RANK ON THE "IRISHNESS" SCALE: 9/10
FOR THE MODERN LIBERAL AMERICAN DREAMERS
IN AMERICA (2002) Rated PG-13 for some sexuality, drug references, brief violence and language.
3 1/2 out of 4 stars
Yet another entry from that most Irish of today's filmmakers,
Jim Sheridan (who also directed the aforementioned IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER), this one is semi-autobiographical, inspired by his family's experience of immigrating to the United States. Johnny and Sarah Sullivan (
Paddy Considine and
Samantha Morton, respectively) are the mother and father of two daughters who emigrate their family from Ireland, seeking a fresh start in the United States away from painful memories, but they find that even this
new life comes with hardship, poverty and other strife. Yeah, it's a bit sentimental, but it's also sincere, gritty and full of a lust for life.
RANK ON THE "IRISHNESS" SCALE: 6/10