So much to say about Houston's movie version of the most action packed book/short story ever created. Besides the drunked rambling of Freddy and the bewildered looks on the older crowd's faces the movie sunk for me. It was as painful as what Gretta felt at the end of The Dead, but worse for I had to watch the worst crying I had ever seen. It makes me wonder why Houston chose to make this film, or why he felt he had to subject his poor daughter to it.
On a positive note it did seem pretty true to the stroy line in the book, other than a few added extra delightful moments. The actors did a fine job of portraying Irish people with no accents. They were very British, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were all West Britans in thier hearts.
Speaking of I thought Ms. Ivors was portrayed as quite a horrid woman. The West Britan remark she uttered to Gabriel was almost a yell and almost seemed out of place with rest of the movies tone.
Overall I was not impressed and will not reccomend this movie to any movie lover. I do wonder what the 20 minute version entails however.
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