Well scripted, beautifully set and with one of my favourite directors at the helm. What could possibly go wrong?
Well it was OK till Sally opened her mouth. Prior to that point the casting director had made sure that the films authenticity was maintained by casting actors who either were or could sound like they were from the British Isles.
Then came Sally.
"No money no Murphies"! She cackled.in a voice that could have come straight out of a Chicago Vaudeville hall. Which, in actual fact it did.
Having an Irish name is of no use when one's oppporal tones come straight from the Windy City Immediately, one becomes acutely aware of every trans Atlantic drawl.
"My faddah owners haff of Yorkshyer" From then on the only way is down!
Pity..
Well it was OK till Sally opened her mouth. Prior to that point the casting director had made sure that the films authenticity was maintained by casting actors who either were or could sound like they were from the British Isles.
Then came Sally.
"No money no Murphies"! She cackled.in a voice that could have come straight out of a Chicago Vaudeville hall. Which, in actual fact it did.
Having an Irish name is of no use when one's oppporal tones come straight from the Windy City Immediately, one becomes acutely aware of every trans Atlantic drawl.
"My faddah owners haff of Yorkshyer" From then on the only way is down!
Pity..