Reviews Wild Mountain Thyme Before we dig into the pungent

Wild Mountain Thyme

Reviews Wild Mountain Thyme Before we dig into the pungent and chunky Irish stew that is “ Wild Mountain Thyme ,” let us first talk about the accents. They’re a problem, and they’re all over the place.

Granted, an Irish accent is among the hardest to master, unless you possess Streepian levels of mimicry abilities.

Hell, I’m 44 percent Irish according to my latest DNA

analysis—which explains the hereditary alcoholism and inability to

tan—and I wouldn’t even play around with one while joking with friends,

much less as the star of a motion picture.


And yet, here we have a bevy of established actors doing just that, with varying degrees of success. Jamie Dornan is the most accomplished, unsurprisingly, since he’s Irish himself—albeit from Belfast, several hours away on the opposite coast from County Mayo where “Wild Mountain Thyme” is set.


Emily Blunt’s is wobblier than you’d expect, given that her musical

theater background should, in theory, provide her a strong ear for

such a challenge. And then there’s Christopher Walken, who’s essentially

delivering his lines in his trademark, halting style, with just the slightest bit of a

brogue sprinkled on top. It’s … awkward.

It’s as if he’s barely even trying, which perhaps is for the better.

But it also serves as a distraction right off the top, when we hear Walken say in an enthusiastic voiceover at the film’s start: “Welcome to Ireland. My name’s Tony Reilly. I’m dead!”


These three sentences set the tone for the rest of John Patrick Shanley’s film in the conflicted reaction they’ll stir in you. Over and over again, you won’t know whether to feel baffled or amused—although by the end, the former feeling most assuredly dominates the latter.

In adapting his Broadway play Outside Mullingar for the screen,

Shanley still aims for big, theatrical emotions, resulting in a film that’s

relentlessly whimsical. And in trotting out myriad Irish stereotypes,

it’s hard to tell whether he means them earnestly or as knowing self-parody.

After the third or fourth time you see sweeping aerial shots of lush, verdant hills with the sound of lilting pan flutes playing the background, you half expect to see a leprechaun bounding across the countryside, hiding from those kids who are “after me Lucky Charms.”

In the midst of all this eye-catching idyll (the work of cinematographer Stephen Goldblatt) is a romantic comedy desperately straining for the lightness of a fairy tale.

At times, the dialogue leaps and snaps, as you’d expect from the Oscar-winning writer of “Moonstruck.” ดูหนังออนไลน์ Everyone’s so handsome and there are SO many cozy sweaters and clunky boots to enjoy on those rainy days. But these characters are barely more than a collection of quirks, and the thing that’s keeping them from being together forever has got to be the most ridiculous of all contrivances.