The Irish side of the family has only been in America since 1890; a great-grandfather; and we're too much the Plastic Paddies nowadays to be offended over something like that.Delightful old flick..."...watching the Quiet Man."
Also a hateful romp that shows the Irish as boozing fighting degenerate gamblers.
Now excuse me while I go back to drinking my Jameson, watching the game I have the over on, and thinking about picking a fight with the bastard down at the end of the bar.
Given that there's a decent Kunta Kinte coming-home story and a romance and some mischievous fun embedded in it, with some delightful sketch-acting by O'Hara and Wayne, most folks are happy to overlook the period-piece stereotyping and to just enjoy the thing for the lighthearted romp that it was meant to be.
I suppose that my 4th-generation diluted Irish-half blood could be aroused in anger over this, if I ever bothered to think about it in those terms, but it's obvious that, as a comedic piece, it was designed to play on stereotypes without offering insult, and, in the case of me and my tiny little brain (in the context of such matters), I've always chosen not to be offended.
Helps me to enjoy the movie better that way.
It's a matter of choosing not to be thin-skinned about insults, where none is intended.
It's called acting like a grown-up.
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