Found this gem through it being mentioned on the Motherfoclóir podcast.
Not since the execrable 'Sons of Anarchy' has there been such a fever-dream version of Ireland. There's a stripe of American who thinks the country is stuck 50 years in the past forever. Note to such 'auteurs': there's a wonderful new search website called "go ogle". You can type things into "go ogle" like
"What does Dingle look like?" or "Do Irish people have celphones?" or "Do Irish people eat tripe?" or "How long does it take to sail from Cardiff to Dingle?" or "What kinds of cars do the Irish drive? or "Do Irish buses run on Sunday?", etc etc etc
First the big stuff: unlikeable characters (OK to start with them, not OK to end with them). Character arc, baby. We used to do them.
But it's the portrayal of Ireland that was phantasmagorical, even by Hollywood standards. The yokel pub scene is to be expected. The 'comic yokel relief' of the aul lads arguing was stale shtick, but the drunken man falling over was gross. Yeah, he was going to drive her to dublin but he was too drunk to walk, hahaha the irish amirite? Actually no you're not. Biggest tea drinkers are not the English but the Irish, and the biggest drinkers are the English not the Irish. Go ogle.
So her flight can't land in Dublin (apparently the only airport in Ireland). Could have just landed in Shannon. Oh wait we can't afford a research assistant.
"Go ogle: other airports in Ireland" would have told them about Shannon and presto our character is in "deh wesht" and can enjoy the bucolic delights of Tuam. But no, in Hollywood there is only one airport, so we must redirect to wales. Where (contrary to fact) welsh people are awful.
The opening insanity is the boat trip from Cardiff (there are no ferries from Cardiff, you'd leave from Holyhead, but I guess Americans wouldn't understand that). Still, even in the big ships that's a 2 hour travel time at least, but the Bauld Amy commandeers a small fishing ship and manages to reach Dingle (on the opposite side of Ireland) with time to spare. If the short trip is 2 hours in a huge ferry, she's surely losing at least half a day or a day with her cinematic trip to the wrong side of the country. Or, she could have waited for the next flight.
But I guess they wanted to get her to 'Deh Real Oireland' where "Deh real Oirish" still live.
Fever-dream stuff.
It goes downhill from there. I found the atmosphere anything but charming, actually intensely claustrophobic. In a country with one (old) car, maybe two, the inability to manage a very simple trip to Dublin actually feels Kafkaesque. The constant phone-on-the-wall business was just deranged, in a country where there are more mobile phones than people - by 2010 the market was saturated. The P&T boxes = whatever production company was dressing the sets must have been amazed to find out that they were working on a movie set in 2010, and not 1990.
There's so much to mention: the gruesome dinner kissing scene with the Italians. No conservative Irish couple would be OK with that - they'd squirm. Certainly none of the "go on ya boy ya give yer wife a good one yaroo!" madness. Don't get me started on the tripe. Isn't that more of a Northern English thing? Circa 1965?
Compulsory fight scene (because deh oirish dey're always foitin). Oh, god, the scene where Declan and the guy in the van spit and shake on their deal - no, hollywood, just no. Please stop, I'm asking nicely. Please.
The band he was playing in the care was a Boston American-Irish group, so we know this isn't exactly being marketed to the Irish. But I think the most despicable aspect of the film was the way Declan accuses her of "diddley-eyeing" her way across the country.
No Decko, it's the bloody movie that's doing that.
"What does Dingle look like?" or "Do Irish people have celphones?" or "Do Irish people eat tripe?" or "How long does it take to sail from Cardiff to Dingle?" or "What kinds of cars do the Irish drive? or "Do Irish buses run on Sunday?", etc etc etc
First the big stuff: unlikeable characters (OK to start with them, not OK to end with them). Character arc, baby. We used to do them.
But it's the portrayal of Ireland that was phantasmagorical, even by Hollywood standards. The yokel pub scene is to be expected. The 'comic yokel relief' of the aul lads arguing was stale shtick, but the drunken man falling over was gross. Yeah, he was going to drive her to dublin but he was too drunk to walk, hahaha the irish amirite? Actually no you're not. Biggest tea drinkers are not the English but the Irish, and the biggest drinkers are the English not the Irish. Go ogle.
So her flight can't land in Dublin (apparently the only airport in Ireland). Could have just landed in Shannon. Oh wait we can't afford a research assistant.
"Go ogle: other airports in Ireland" would have told them about Shannon and presto our character is in "deh wesht" and can enjoy the bucolic delights of Tuam. But no, in Hollywood there is only one airport, so we must redirect to wales. Where (contrary to fact) welsh people are awful.
The opening insanity is the boat trip from Cardiff (there are no ferries from Cardiff, you'd leave from Holyhead, but I guess Americans wouldn't understand that). Still, even in the big ships that's a 2 hour travel time at least, but the Bauld Amy commandeers a small fishing ship and manages to reach Dingle (on the opposite side of Ireland) with time to spare. If the short trip is 2 hours in a huge ferry, she's surely losing at least half a day or a day with her cinematic trip to the wrong side of the country. Or, she could have waited for the next flight.
But I guess they wanted to get her to 'Deh Real Oireland' where "Deh real Oirish" still live.
Fever-dream stuff.
It goes downhill from there. I found the atmosphere anything but charming, actually intensely claustrophobic. In a country with one (old) car, maybe two, the inability to manage a very simple trip to Dublin actually feels Kafkaesque. The constant phone-on-the-wall business was just deranged, in a country where there are more mobile phones than people - by 2010 the market was saturated. The P&T boxes = whatever production company was dressing the sets must have been amazed to find out that they were working on a movie set in 2010, and not 1990.
There's so much to mention: the gruesome dinner kissing scene with the Italians. No conservative Irish couple would be OK with that - they'd squirm. Certainly none of the "go on ya boy ya give yer wife a good one yaroo!" madness. Don't get me started on the tripe. Isn't that more of a Northern English thing? Circa 1965?
Compulsory fight scene (because deh oirish dey're always foitin). Oh, god, the scene where Declan and the guy in the van spit and shake on their deal - no, hollywood, just no. Please stop, I'm asking nicely. Please.
The band he was playing in the care was a Boston American-Irish group, so we know this isn't exactly being marketed to the Irish. But I think the most despicable aspect of the film was the way Declan accuses her of "diddley-eyeing" her way across the country.
No Decko, it's the bloody movie that's doing that.
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