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Monday, June 21, 2004  

Sloppy hearts, sloppy minds

I watched In America this weekend. The movie was praised to the skies by critics and nominated for awards. Yet, there is not one true thing about life in America or anywhere in it.

The movie ticked me off right at the very start. All the reviews said this was a movie about Irish immigrants in America.

No. It was about illegal Irish invaders. They sneak in from Canada, and I'm somehow supposed to be glad of this and sympathetic to their plight, rooting for them to pull one over on the border guards. No, I kept hoping the guards would send them back to where they came from.

Anyway, they get to Manhattan, find an apartment off Broadway in some rundown crack house (because there are no housing codes or inspectors in New York), sell their car and rent the place all in a day, and then fix it up and furnish it when they have litle or no money.

I won't detail every other fact of life the movie ignores and gets wrong. Suffice it to say, these illegals get jobs and enroll their kids in Catholic school without ever having any ID. The husband becomes a cab driver as if there are no more requirements for employment than showing up, for Pete's sake! No driver's license, no permit, no forms to fill out or proofs to offer.

The kids can just show up for school without any records or medical history of vaccinations. It's that kind of movie where all the vagaries of life are ignored for the sake of the plot.

More ludicrous are the angst ridden parents, and the dad who can't get an acting job because he doesn't "feel" anymore since his little boy died of a brain tumor (which they blame on each other for having let the kid fall down the stairs when he was two, but it took three years for the kid to die.) Then the mother is pregnant but might die, but in the hospital becomes stark raving mad after the baby is born premature; and all you can figure is who let these loonies into the country?

Oh, it was the idiot border guards beguiled by the charming Irish children, who learn to skip and play in the mean streets of New York by themselves when their parents want to have sex.

This is a ridiculous movie. What kind of crack do the critics smoke? It's getting to the point where I can't trust a single one of them to exercise any real sense.

I'm beginning to think that these critics have never lived a real life of any kind, and that they actualy think that Hollywood movies shows life as it is.

In its own way, In America is as bad as Troy. Neither have any relation to the actual country, period, or culture they propose to depict. Nor does the movie have anything to say about America. The movie could have easily tken place in Dublin or Riyadh. New York is just an indifferent set without any personality of place to it.

posted by Mark Butterworth | 12:31 PM |