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Although
I have not yet read Frank McCourt's memoir ANGELA'S
ASHES, many of my friends have recommended it to me.
After seeing the film, I will bring a good deal of
familiarity to the text. The only thing is, I'm not sure
I want to revisit all the parts of the narrative I
witnessed in the movie.
First, I need to say that I think the movie is too long.
At 145 minutes, it sets up the story, belabors the point
that the boy Francis McCourt and his family lived in
abject poverty, and then hits us with a couple of plot
twists that resonate with profundity. In the theater I
remember thinking this must have been a difficult
screenplay to write. I think now that if the filmmakers
had employed alternate narrative devices - such as the
extended flashbacks used in the recent SNOW FALLING ON
CEDARS - the effects of the spans of grimness and
relative flatness of plot might have been mitigated. But
this is an opinion.
A brief summary of plot: At the age of five, little
Francis McCourt lives in Brooklyn, New York with his
Irish immigrant parents, Angela and Malachy. Francis has
four siblings; the smallest, newborn Margaret Mary, dies
after only a few days. The family is poor; the mother is
sick and the father is a hapless alcoholic. Family
members arrange passage back to Angela's native Limerick,
a city on the middle west coast near the River Shannon.
As their ship pulls away from New York Harbor, Francis
comments in a voice-over narrative (done by an actor with
a brogue) that he must be the only boy to watch Lady
Liberty fade away, as most immigrants come away from
Ireland, not toward it!
Back in Limerick, the twin boys, Eugene and Oliver, pass
away, leaving only Francis and little Malachy. Their
mother (Emily Watson) takes each death with motherly
devastation. But she also gives birth to two other boys,
Michael and Alfie. Meanwhile, the elder Malachy (Robert
Carlyle) spends every penny he can gather on strong
drink. We follow the desperate exploits of the family
through several years, and a progression of Franks - Joe
Breen as the youngest, Ciaran Owens as "middle
Frank," and Michael Legge as the eldest. During the
time the father travels to England to find work, middle
Frank quits school and helps out the coal man. It's a
dramatic scene when he earns his first money for the
family - proportionately more than his father contributes
- but the happiness is dispelled when Frank suffers from
the worst case of conjunctivitis the doctor has ever
seen. (The makeup in this sequence is quite striking, the
boy's eyes bright red with inflammation.) Ceasing his
deliveries, Frank continues in his role of big brother,
assisting dutifully with his siblings. But then the
typhoid hits him hard. It's ironic that Frank is actually
glad, in a way, to be hospitalized; he has his own
lavatory and almost the entire ward to himself. Here he
immerses himself in Shakespeare, reciting lines any boy
would like as he has his private bath. It's
heart-breaking to see the dysfunctional father on his
visit to the hospital. Frank feels ambivalent, as he has
always adored spending mornings with his father and the
wondrous stories; but he hates the wayward drinking and
endless cycle of lost jobs. In the hospital, however, he
receives his first kiss from his father, and the boy is
so affected that he forgives his father yet again.
The older Frank continues to be very bright in school,
but is forced to get a job, this time for the post
office, delivering telegrams. Two very interesting
developments include Frank's seduction by a consumptive
girl named Theresa, and his writing letters for the
greedy money-lender. As his home situation worsens, Frank
plans on taking the advice of one of his teachers. This
man declared that the bright boys of the Limerick slums
should leave the country, if the country did not see fit
to offer them opportunities for education beyond grade
school. How Frank gets the money and willpower to depart
makes for an engaging last chapter of the film.
Many factors have a part in making ANGELA'S ASHES a
powerful and evocative film. This is the strongest type
of naturalism: we see children dying, mothers begging,
families scrounging for their very survival. The sets are
amazing. Stone and brick buildings look as though they
are already a hundred years old at the time of the
action, the 1930's and '40's. Dreary gray streets and
skies always ready with rain. A flooded first floor. Raw
sewage in the gutters. And the social climate is even
worse. It depends upon the personal history a viewer
brings to the film, but it struck me that the film
approaches cliché in its portrayal of the sheer amount
of neglect and abuse heaped upon the boys in Frank's
Catholic school. Clearly this film is an indictment of
hypocrisy - of the teachers who whipped and the country
that ignored. At least there are a couple of
compassionate figures, one a priest who makes confession
bearable for Frank in his early adulthood, the other the
old teacher who praises and advises.
As the mother Angela, Emily Watson serves well. She looks
adequately plain, and converts her British accent into
the brogue with no noticeable effort. Especially moving
are the ways she expresses her grief for her dead
children, and the way she admonishes her
"worthless" husband in a matter-of-fact voice.
Robert Carlyle looks a bit overwhelmed by the family
around him, but perhaps this is because his character is
an outcast in more than one way. Malachy is from the
north of Ireland, and a Protestant, and the script
continually shows the ignorance and insensitivity of the
Limerick Catholics in Angela's family, as they condemn
Malachy's "odd ways." Our distance toward this
man constantly shifts, as he nurtures his boys one hour
and then drinks away their dinners the next.
After nearly two hours of grimness, the story gains an
admirable momentum. Director Alan Parker choreographs the
closing scenes well, causing the universality of the
situations to resound with power. As a whole, I would
recommend the film because of its unsentimental portrayal
of a bleak childhood - although I disagree with the
narrator when he says that happy childhoods don't count
for much. ANGELA'S ASHES is rated R for some language,
but mostly for nudity and some sexuality. It would be
fine for viewers 16 and over.

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