I saw a trailer today for the new Amy Adams film Leap Year. My toes curled out the top of my leprechaun boots. As Joe Queenan once said:
Several years ago, I wrote an article called "Blarney Stoned" for Movieline in which I attempted to determine which was the most absurdly stereotypical Hibernian film in the history of cinema. Basically, there were two kinds of motion pictures in this genre: those centring on the Irish Republican Army, and those focusing on the wee, canny, loveable Irish people who always have a bounce in their step and a song in their hearts. The first group included everything from The Informer to Odd Man Out to Cal to Michael Collins. The second group included The Field, The Legend of Roan Inish, The Quiet Man, Far and Away, and even The Commitments. By and large, the IRA films tend to be engrossing if predictable, while the second group tend to be sappy and even more predictable films in which the pipes, the pipes never stop calling from glen to glen, making anyone of Irish or Irish-American ancestry desperate to get the next plane out of Carrickfergus for Santa Monica.
Gotta love the Carrickfergus reference. And nobody, nobody ever seems to be able to get an Irish accent right except Miranda Richardson in The Crying Game. The worst Irish accent on film? Come on thats like shooting fish in a barrel. How about the worst Irish accent on film by a Scotsman who really should know better: My four finalists are Sean Connery, Billy Connolly, Ewan McGregor and Gerard Butler. I have to give the prize to Gerry Butler because at least he apologized.