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<title>
Sep. 27, 1993: Reviews:Cinema
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Sep. 27, 1993 Attack Of The Video Games
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 86
Cinema
My Friend Tir na nOg
</hdr><body>
<p>By RICHARD SCHICKEL
</p>
<qt>
<l>TITLE: Into The West</l>
<l>DIRECTOR: Mike Newell</l>
<l>WRITER: Jim Sheridan</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Myth and reality blend unsentimentally in a
lovely, lively fairy tale about modern Ireland.
</p>
<p> Two cute kids, their mother dead, their father sunk in despair.
A splendid white horse who adopts them. Cruel adults who try
to separate boys and steed. A comical-adventurous attempt by
the innocents to escape their wicked -- or at least unfeeling
-- oppressors.
</p>
<p> Oh God, family fare. Well, yes and no. That is to say, you could
safely bundle the brood off to Into the West and no harm would
come to them. But a grownup could sneak off to it all alone
and have an extremely rewarding evening. For stallion and friends
are Irish, meaning that an aura of Celtic mysticism surrounds
the horse and a rebellious, wandering spirit moves in eight-year-old
Ossie (Ciaran Fitzgerald) and 12-year-old Tito (Ruaidhri Conroy).
</p>
<p> They are, in fact, the adorable inheritors of a threatened Irish
subculture, that of the Travellers, or Celtic Gypsies. It is
their grandfather, who continues to follow the old, threatened
ways, who brings the animal he calls Tir na nOg (Land of Eternal
Youth in Gaelic) to them in the unhappy Dublin housing project
where they live with their father (Gabriel Byrne), who abandoned
his free-roving heritage after his wife's death.
</p>
<p> The kids don't know much about that. But never mind. Televised
westerns have filled the gap, imbuing them with the spirit of
benign outlawry. They assert it first in the richly comic sequence
in which they try to hide their horse from the police (who are
in league with a rich man who wants to turn Tir na nOg into
a champion jumper) in their tiny apartment. They maintain it
as they move on into the west, where one of their refuges is,
appropriately, a movie theater closed for the night. The sweetly
funny improvisations of their flight through the Irish countryside
all help them to resist sentimentality and symbolic schematization.
</p>
<p> In the best sense of the word they -- and the movie -- remain
wayward, unpredictable. For this, credit the blarney-proof script
of Jim Sheridan (My Left Foot) and the wintry imagery and emotional
firmness of the direction by Mike Newell (Enchanted April).
There are no leprechauns sitting on their shoulders. Their fantasy
is firmly grounded in the austere reality of modern Ireland,
and that reality adds poignance to the mythic yearnings of the
characters.
</p>
</body></article>
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