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Review by
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Directed
by Robert Stevenson, written by Lawrence Edward Watkin, based on
theDarby O'Gill stories by H.T. Kavanagh. Cast: Albert Sharpe, Janet
Munro, Sean Connery, Jimmy O'Dea, Kieron Moore, Estelle Winwood,
Walter Fitzgerald.
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As a
rule, Disney's live action films are horrible. Hor-rib-bull. And if
you rent one on video you will have to endure hours and hours of previews
for other live action films that look so bad, the sight of them on
a video store shelf will make you lose control of your bowels. On
this tape fr'instance, I was subjected to previews of "Tom and
Huck" with Jonathan Taylor Thomas, "Heidi" remake No.
8743X, and "Gordy" the tale of a talking pig who becomes
a corporate CEO because only ugly little child-actors can understand
his English.When the feature finally started my brain was thoroughly fried. Maybe
that's why I found this film mildly entertaining. "Darby O'Gill"
is a corny-but-fun family flick set in historic Matte-Painting Ireland.
The titular character is an old, alcoholic geezer who regularly encounters
little character actors dressed up in Lucky Charms leprechaun costumes
and harasses them until they grant him wishes. But after he's got
'em cornered, the little bastards always employ the "fourth wish"
loophole which makes all contracts null and void, and Darby is once more a man with no pot o' gold.
But one day Darby catches the leprechaun ruler himself, King Brian.
He spends the next few days toting King Brian around in a burlap sack,
taking his time to carefully decide what the fuck he's going to choose
for his three wishes. There's also some subplot involving Darby's
sexy Irish daughter and her love interest, an unbelievably young,
pre-Bond Sean Connery.
The best scene in the movie occurs when ol' Darby struts into the
local pub and plants his wriggling sack o' leprechaun upon the bar.
He then tells all his old geezer drinking pals that King Brian of
the Little People is in the sack, and naturally his pals chuckle because
they know Darby is a crazy old drunk. But then Darby orders up a shot
glass of twenty year old whiskey, opens the sack, and lowers the drink
inside. The other barflies gasp in astonishment as "something"
takes the glass from Darby's hand, drinks it empty in one gulp, hands
it back. For sure, those barflies are now believers. This scene is
not only quaint and funny, it's kind of chilling.
It evokes a feeling of brushing up against the unknown. And that's
when I started thinking that this movie, with only a few minor alterations
in tone and content, would make an excellent supernatural thriller.
This is what the franchise of "Leprechaun" horror flicks
could have been. A subtle, intelligent, M. Night Shyamalan styled
portrait of Gallic faerie lore. The spine-tingling climax contains
a cheesy looking banshee and a flying coach which comes to collect
dead souls. Update the visual effects without going overboard, milk
the fright factor a little harder, and "Darby O'Gill and the
Little People" could just be the next "Sixth Sense".
Even the predictable last minute happy ending wouldn't detract from
the films potential chill factor
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