I went to study abroad for a term in Ireland during the fall of 2001. University in that former British colony doesn't begin until October, but, because starting at that time would not afford me enough credits, I chose to take part in an "early semester," which meant starting school at the same time as my friends in America--early September. I chose the early semester in Irish literature because, obviously, I was a literature major. One component of this six-week, intensive course was a film unit during which we planned on watching among other things, Carol Reed's Odd Man Out. Then the Twin Towers fell and the professor overseeing the film unit thought Odd Man Out might be a bit too distressful for us. I'm not sure why, though, as I've still yet to see that film. In any event, the prof announced a replacement--the Quiet Man.
My guess is because most of the films we saw during that section were fairly heavy, dealing with the Troubles and whatnot, they instructors thought it best to tone down the violence a bit. So, here was a lighthearted romp with the powerful John and Beautiful Maureen. Perfect.
Sort of. It was perfectly atrocious. I adore John Ford and could find very little to recommend about this movie. It's misogynistic, even by the standards of 1950s American cinema (hey, John, is it really acceptable for a man to drag a woman by her hair in any era? Didn't that sort of fall by the wayside after the closing of the Frontier?), and it's not terribly moving. O'Hara and Wayne have no chemistry whatsoever and the story itself is banal. The Irish countryside should offer Ford a chance to show his cinematographic chops, but he doesn't. The greens are rich (thank you technicolor), but the images are uninspiring on the whole. Having lived in Ireland for nearly half of a year, I can safely say it's a hundred times more beautiful than this movie would have you believe.
Then there are the Irish stereotypes. Was it entirely necessary to trot them out again? Yes, John, I know your ancestors come from this land and that this film was a dream of yours for many a year, but you seem so completely out of touch with the surroundings. It's amazing that a man who has such a feel for unique environments could transform Ireland into something to uninteresting. (Maybe it's because, as I've just learned, some of the film was made on soundstages in Hollywood.)
Ford could make great non-Westerns--The Grapes of Wrath is among the greatest socially conscious films to this day--but they were his forte. He may have loved the Quiet Man and placed it among his greatest achievements. I doubt many others would do the same.