The Quiet Man
(1952, John Ford)
All the Irish stereotypes are upheld in this Ford/Wayne collaboration. If I had a checklist of them, it would have been full within 45 minutes. About the only thing that didn’t appear was an actual leprechaun, although character actor Barry Fitzgerald as Michaeleen sure tried his damndest — pipe-smokin’, fightin’ and drinkin’ all the way.
Wayne, an American with Irish roots — and a secret! — buys his family’s land back in a rural Irish town, upsetting the local gentry and catching the eye of a fine young red-haired lassie (the fiery Maureen O’Hara).
Lots of fun and laughs throughout. I finished it on St. Patty’s Day, a day for which it is the perfect film, because it inspires the same whimsy for all that is Irish that the holiday does.