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‘The Field’ (PG-13)

By Rita Kempley
Washington Post Staff Writer
January 25, 1991

A primal force is Bull McCabe, a bellowing storm of begorra blown round by Richard Harris in "The Field," a blustering tale of The Land, a wild Irish second film from Jim Sheridan. Based on a play by John B. Keane, it is myth broad enough to accommodate, if not contain, both actor's and director's unbounded enthusiasm for their Irishness. Aye, these two have bruised lips from kissing the Blarney Stone.

Set in western Ireland in the 1930s, the film concerns the local reverence for The Land, a lingering animism that finds Bull McCabe, like some pagan priest, sacrificing life, love and Heaven itself for a small plot of sweat-sweetened pastureland. "This is what we'd be if it weren't for the land," he tells his son Tadgh (Sean Bean) as the two gather seaweed for the stoking o' the soil. Sure and 'tis wet kelp we'd be without the holy earth to keep us dry.

His rented field is the one thing McCabe has managed to change for the better in his threescore years of trying. Tortured by his first son's suicide, disappointed in Tadgh, rejected by his wife (Brenda Fricker), who has neither slept with nor spoken to him for 18 years, betrayed by the parish priest, haunted by Ireland's tragic history, McCabe's got everything but Job's boils. We can hardly blame him for obsessing on his pretty field.

Aye, but obsession will drive a body mad it will. And McCabe, though a strong and willful one, is no exception. For years he's been tending the field, which belongs to a widow who is selling it partly to spite the McCabes. But by local lore the field belongs to McCabe, who with Tadgh has turned the rock-strewn parcel into a jewel that would make a leprechaun greener with envy.

McCabe, who is not named Bull for nothing, is not worried when the field is put up for auction, for none of the locals would dare top his bid of 50 pounds. What he hadn't counted on was the American (Tom Berenger), a land developer who wants to cover the field, naturally, with concrete, thus adding concern for the ecology to the mighty McCabe's burdens. "This is deep, very deep, deeper than you think," says the Bull, prior to setting Tadgh on the American.

Poor Tadgh. If only he could get up his nerve, he'd run off with the local Carmen (alluring Jenny Conroy), the tinker's redheaded daughter. The Land is of no interest to this repressed, inbred youth, whose dramatic task is to break away from his father. Bean gives one of the most believable performances in this florid allegory, which also features John Hurt as Bird, the town simpleton. Hurt removed his caps for the role and plays it with his own teeth, yellow stubs as rotten as a peat bog.

Though "The Field" gains the use of The Land itself in the transition from stage to screen, as with the majority of plays, there's the groan of the boards in the dialogue. When Bull looks out o'er the blustery sea to the north, you can almost see the footlights glistening in his eyes. Sheridan, who was so honored for "My Left Foot" last year, seems out in left field here, undone by the sheer hokum of the material. Aye, 'tis sad.

"The Field" is rated PG-13 because it contains physical brutality.

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