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"'Twas the Spring
of 1939..." begins the tale of Kieran Johnson's (James Caan) search for his roots in
the green, green fields of Ireland. With an opening like that you will not be surprised to
find that heartbreak is lurking just around the bog. My friend Hanky Girl rates it
three hankies but I say four. The first is when beautiful Fiona Flynn (Moya Farrelly)
meets rugged Kieran O'Day (Aidan Quinn) and you realize they have fallen in love already. The second hanky is when
Fiona's evil mother The Widow Flynn (Gina Moxley) refuses to allow Fiona to marry Kieran,
because "he's a poorhouse bastard and always will be." Hanky three comes
when Fiona finds out how Kieran has reacted (some would say over-reacted),
Shakespeare-style, to this news. That was all the hankies for Hanky Girl, but I had to use
a fourth (all right, my sleeve) when Johnson's nephew Brian (Jacob Tierney) kisses his
newly met Irish girl friend Maria (Pauline Hutton) good-bye and she promises to write and
it was so touching I just couldn't help it.
This film marks the
first time brothers Aidan, Declan and Paul Quinn have collaborated on a film. For the most
part it works well. Aidan is a strong, effective leading man, Declan (director of
photography) has put together beautiful pastoral landscapes of rural Ireland, and Paul,
directing for the first time, has managed to tell his story in competent, if predictable
fashion.
Kieran Johnson, a
sixtyish Chicago schoolteacher with amazingly rude students, has found an old photograph
of his mother with a man he suspects may be his father. Knowing nothing about his family,
he decides to take his underachieving nephew Brian and go back to the old family village
in Ireland. There they meet the mother (Moira Deady) of the owner of the inn in which they
are lodging, and it turns out she knew Johnson's mother, Fiona, as a young girl.
Conveniently, she also knows everything Johnson needs to know. The story unfolds. It
is one of the Irish variants of Boy-Meets-Girl, namely
Boy-Can't-Have-Girl-Because-He's-Poor.
Add in certifiable
villains (the entire Catholic church), lovable characters (the town policemen), an
airplane in which John Cusack makes a brief inexplicable cameo appearance, and two
wonderful acting jobs by both romantic leads, and you have the makings of a hit. You may
not need four hankies, but three is an absolute minimum. You will probably not remember a
lot about This is My Father in the morning, but you are certain to have a good cry
in the theater.
- DAK