Every cliché about Ireland you could ever think of, plus some falling-in-the-water Ealing comedy stuff. They might have got away with it if it was MADE in the sixties. Though I doubt it.
Hippies (in the early sixties??), bitter old maids, winsome lasses, young lads throwing up, sour old codgers with a heart of gold ... all we need is a couple of leprechauns.
Andrea Corr is an amazing musician - she can play the fiddle without moving her fingers. (Why on earth didn't they ask Sharon?) And her acting is ... unbelievable. "How can you ever forgive me," she asks her mother at one point. "I've said such dreadful things." Never mind your mother, girl, it's the rest of us you have to worry about.
Hippies (in the early sixties??), bitter old maids, winsome lasses, young lads throwing up, sour old codgers with a heart of gold ... all we need is a couple of leprechauns.
Andrea Corr is an amazing musician - she can play the fiddle without moving her fingers. (Why on earth didn't they ask Sharon?) And her acting is ... unbelievable. "How can you ever forgive me," she asks her mother at one point. "I've said such dreadful things." Never mind your mother, girl, it's the rest of us you have to worry about.