We went to see a trilogy. And one of it had a shy Irish man getting up the resolve and courage to ask for his love's hand. He awkwardly asks, "Would ye like to be buried with me people?" She jumps to reply, "I would!" Or was that Wee Geordie? Be as it may, my mother was laughing out loud. She was born in Sneem, County Kerry, Ireland. I think there was a travelogue feature. A young freckle-faced boy was asked how far a place was. He said, "A mile and a bit." The narrator said the bit was longer than the mile. I gave it a ten. Why not? John Ford? Who knew? I have to see The Rising... again just to remember Lady Gregory's take on 1921. The policeman's quandry over his sympathy for the offender recalls The Irish RM who had to consider the opinion that the locals had of him. Irish is local and stands against the central. See the Waking of Ned Devine. Judicious larcency. That's what it is.
Review of The Rising of the Moon
