Synopsis
Action... Excitement... Romance... Fill the Screen!
An American man returns to the village of his birth in Ireland, where he finds love and conflict.
An American man returns to the village of his birth in Ireland, where he finds love and conflict.
John Wayne Maureen O'Hara Victor McLaglen Barry Fitzgerald Ward Bond Mildred Natwick Francis Ford Eileen Crowe May Craig Arthur Shields Charles B. Fitzsimons James O'Hara Sean McClory Jack MacGowran Joseph O'Dea Eric Gorman Kevin Lawless Paddy O'Donnell Ruth Clifford Ken Curtis David Hughes Tiny Jones Mae Marsh Frank O'Connor Melinda Wayne Michael Wayne Patrick Wayne Toni Wayne Frank Baker Show All…
Die Katze mit dem roten Haar, L'homme tranquille, Depois do Vendaval, 말 없는 사나이, El hombre tranquilo, Vaitelias mies, しずかなるおとこ, Den tause mann, Тихият, L'home tranquil, Tichý muž, Den Tavse Mand, Der Sieger, مرد آرام, L'Homme tranquille, האדם השקט, A nyugodt férfi, Un uomo tranquillo, 静かなる男, O Homem Tranquilo, Omul liniștit, Тихий человек, Hans vilda fru, Sessiz Adam, Тиха людина, 蓬门今始为君开
This is probably the Ford film which has taken me the longest to get around to - I've always been aware of it's subtext and critique, but it never fully clicked with me until now. Maybe it was the poor quality of previous home video versions of the movie, coupled with the jarring jump to this new one. But under this viewing I found it to be among one of Ford's most complex and audacious films - more than mere Irish "blarney," this is another film on issues of representation, and if it is not quite as successful as something like Fort Apache in this regard, it's merely because it's not as jarring, and dares to be entertaining at times…
Honestly not sure what to make of this? For my whole life I’ve heard my parents complain about it as this obnoxious cartoon presentation of Ireland full of bad stereotypes and bad accents (relevant info: my mom is from Ireland and I’ve spent a lot of time there), but for much of the movie I actually found it pretty lovely? Like, sure, it’s not realistic but it’s such a staggeringly gorgeous fairy tale place, such a clearly idealized presentation made by someone not from there, that it gets away with painting with a broad brush.
But then there’s just the way John Wayne handles Maureen O’Hara physically: throwing her around roughly, breaking in doors she’s locked, dragging her by the…
it's been 10 years or more since i last tried to watch this - and found it a garish mess of blatant stereotypes and macho posturing, condescending and far too sentimental. barry fitzgerald's character might as well be a leprechaun in this fairy tale place. certainly the charms of john wayne eluded me. but a dozen ford films and as many years later it's a completely different experience. the green world is a mythic plane - like monument valley or tombstone. the music spins a web of community - one whose rites the american doesn't understand. the duke's physical grace has rarely been so apparent as when he strides across the fields seething with barely contained rage after his bride…
The Quiet Man is probably the best film that ends with a 20 minute WWF Attitude Era brawl.
Don't know what's mistier in this film: the Irish hills or Ford's eyes, yet even this double scoop of sentiment has a careful study of community that almost lends reality to what would otherwise be the Irish equivalent of Brigadoon. Ford may be in love with Eire, but he also tempers that with the realities that pierced the subjectivity of his own visits. The communal spectatorship of individual life feels as suffocating as quaint, as does the manner in which men drink and scuffle to create and maintain bonds. More importantly, though, Maureen O'Hara's hair is why Technicolor had to be invented.
“Who gave you leave to be kissin’ me?”
John Ford’s The Quiet Man starts as a nice little film that follows John Wayne as an American returning to his birthplace in Ireland, building a quaint sense of community and life with its fairytale aesthetics and simple but pleasing romance story. However, despite this initially endearing exterior, there’re too many ‘of their time’ problematic elements that really offset the movie’s allegedly idyllic world; with reductive stereotypes, sexual assault, and continual misogyny that really don’t sit well when watching it today, making its sense of ‘innocence’ feel especially unpleasant and backward. Some aspects do stand out, particularly the cinematography and Maureen O’Hara’s performance, but beyond that it’s hard to fall for this film’s attempted charm; coming across as frustrating and cheesy instead of loveable, and feeling particularly outdated.
“The Quiet Man” is an image of Ireland as rendered through a rosy lens thick with saturated nostalgia the likes of which even Thomas Kinkade would gawk over.
Now, Kinkade isn’t an artist I would necessarily hang up in my own living room.... but, I’m not enough of a snob to knock those who choose to decorate with one of his densely lit cozy cottage paintings.
“A Quiet Man” is the Kinkade of Ford films. Just as the (in)famous populist artist used hyper unrealistic color and form to guide people through his easy-to-interpret works, so does Ford with “Quiet Man.” A critic or a cynic might say there’s less complexity in such art. Sure, but isn’t it pleasant sometimes to…
it's like you took all the nostalgic fantasy of how green was my valley but then treated it like reality. a pure dream-world.
Don’t know what to feel about this. On one hand, the film does look very pretty and the colourful Irish characters are somewhat endearing, even if they’re one dimensional caricatures. However, at least to my foreign sensibilities, the film appears to romanticize sentiments and customs that seem horribly misogynistic. John Wayne manhandling Maureen O’Hara (it was done for laughs) made me uncomfortable, so I didn’t exactly warm up to the comedic sensibilities of the film either.