Ireland, as a subject in
fiction, lies in the curious hinterlands between fantasy and reality. While the
gritty, ugly violence in the North remains a present memory, Éire cannot quite shake off her aura of romance. Even in the bleak urban setting of films like Into the West,
a hint of the mystical remains.
Waking Ned Devine embraces the magic side of Ireland,
perhaps to too great an extent, forgetting to ground itself in a harsher
reality. Yet even in its absurdest moments, the talent and charm of the cast
anchor the story, lending just a touch of gravitas to what is ultimately the
tale of leprechauns stealing gold.
Jackie
and Annie, his rosy-cheeked wife (Fionnula Flanagan), sit quietly in their
kitchen and share solemn, small-town generalities about Ned’s decency and
kindness. It is, of course, a tragedy to die in the face of such a pot of gold;
it’s worse than ordinary death. Going to bed, they say a simple, rehearsed
prayer for the soul of Ned Devine, and go to sleep.
In a rather vague dream, Jackie becomes convinced Ned intends him to claim the money. It’s such an absurd proposition, such an obvious self-deception, that we laugh along with Jackie, recognizing our own tendencies to lie to ourselves. If the story had tried to justify events following in any sort of believable fashion, I would have instantly lost sympathy with our errant leprechauns, but as it is, we are still in the realm of fantasy. And, as Roger Ebert observed: “Stealing 6.8 million pounds from the lottery is, of course, not too wicked.”
So
Jackie and Michael set to work, cleaning up the corpse and searching Ned's
documents (we’re starting to realize this is rather a black comedy). The next morning, they call and make the claim, much to Annie's
dismay. There is now no turning back, and with the unexpectedly early arrival
of the lotto man, things are off to a break-neck pace. The plot quickly spins
into a complex rivalry of cleverness versus an increasingly impossible task. Refusing
to resort to quick fixes (except in one sublimely evil deus ex machina), writer/director Kirk Jones seems to delight in throwing up ever higher obstacles for our
heroes.
In
the interim, time rolls on, as we come to know each of the eccentric
citizens of Tullymore. Lizzy Quinn, the village witch, rouses everyone’s hatred with her mean-hearted greed. Mrs. Kennedy at the Post Office is happily expecting a new grandchild. Giggly old lady Kitty is determined to trap bachelor
Michael. An intelligent, precocious child bonds with the insecure, but kind, temporary
priest of Tullymore’s only church. The local pig farmer (James
Nesbitt, of Hobbit fame) romances a
darkly beautiful single mother (Susan Lynch, The Secret of Roan Inish), who rejects him on the basis of the
smell of pig (another example of how lightly the film takes real
relationships.)
It takes full advantage of the unearthly beauty of the Isle of Man, soaring green cliffs and rocky shores, misty hollows and vast oceans, haunted by the wail of bagpipes, the beat of bodhran, and the swift thrill of a fiddle. Catholicism forms a stately (if passive) backdrop to the quaint village, and Lux Aeterna is worked into the soundtrack beautifully. Unlike many films, it is often content to let the camera rest on the gentle shadows, to let the seconds tick by as an old man sleeps. There is a beauty, an idyllic goodness to it all that guides me into Faerie.
Despite its full acceptance of rather shady moral actions, the film is ultimately about generosity, a spirit of community, and the laughter of friends. Also crime. It has just enough magic to convince us that’s a worthy cause.
Aside from fairly ubiquitous Catholic-style cursing, and a brief, hilarious, entirely asexual sequence of nudity, Waking Ned Devine is clean.
Despite its full acceptance of rather shady moral actions, the film is ultimately about generosity, a spirit of community, and the laughter of friends. Also crime. It has just enough magic to convince us that’s a worthy cause.
"God bless you, Ned. And may we be forever in your debt."
4.5/5 stars
Hannah Long
How can you review this film without mentioning the MUSIC? It is a joy!
ReplyDeleteGood point! I can even play large portions of it on my violin. I once brought down the house in a small bar in Appalachia with a heartfelt rendition of The Parting Glass, if I do say so myself.
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