Admirable film.

There are moments in this movie where the great movie it could've been peek out... They're fleeting, here, but they're worth savoring, and they happen often enough to make it worth your while.

The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.

Blistering performances.

I swear, the amount of killings and the fact the film took really long, made me very bored and confused to what the hell was going on! Yeah I know what the story was about a farmer who wants the field from a widow but with so much things going on with this film, I just can't keep up with it! It was rather long and depressing too, the large amount of killings made me understand less on why some characters had to be killed off. I'm pretty sure this wasn't the Godfather, Love/Hate or any gangster film that involves a large amount of killings. What was the point of it anyways even if it was a thriller?I shouldn't have even stepped on this film, it was just terrible and if the play version of it came to my local theatre, I would happily avoid it! It just was a very depressing, boring and stupid Irish movie you would ever see in your entire life!

In 1959 an unsolved murder case in Kerry took an unusual twist. The previous November a bachelor farmer named Maurice Moore had been found strangled to death. It says a lot about the distance between community ritual and forensic investigation at the time that, the evening his body was discovered in a ditch, a wake was held in Moore's home in Reamore, at which visitors roamed freely through his house. The following day detectives from Dublin arrived to fingerprint the house. "The whole place could have been found guilty," one local joked.Actually, there was just one suspect. Moore had been due to appear at Tralee Circuit Court a month later after a boundary dispute with his neighbour, Dan Foley. Moore had already told the Garda that Foley had begun to follow him home at night. Photographers camped outside Foley's home in the expectation of seeing him led away in handcuffs. He never was.With insufficient evidence against Foley the case had gone cold the following year when the bishop of Kerry, Dr Denis Moynihan, made an extraordinary plea for information. For leverage he decreed that crimes connected to land disputes were now "reserved sins" in the parishes of Ballymacelliot and Tralee, meaning that only he and his deputy could absolve them. This was a sort of good cop-God cop routine: come forward or risk damnation. It was, as one person described it in Gus Smith and Des Hickey's book, John B: The Real Keane, a frightening development. "It was the kind of extreme action that struck fear into the people of these parishes." And still nothing.Were there any justice in the world John B Keane would never have written The Field, a play about a world without any justice. (A 50th-anniversary production is playing at the Gaiety in Dublin.) The events inspired Keane to write the drama of Bull McCabe, a fearsome tenant farmer whose plans to fix an auction for the field he has long farmed are scuppered by an outside bidder, and whose fatal retaliation holds consequences for his village, his besieged conscience and the frustrated law of God and man.Can the dramatisation of unsolved crimes and miscarriages of justice bring closure? Keane had his own qualms of conscience when writing the play. It was produced, finally, seven years after the events that inspired it, and a few years after Foley himself had died an isolated and shunned man, still protesting his innocence. (His nephew John Foley has continued to defend him and is quoted in a new programme note by Billy Keane, John B's son.) There is an agony in such immortality; to never be found guilty, to never be found innocent, to be eternally on trial.Something strangely similar happened with a new play by Peter Gowen that recently concluded a national tour. The Chronicles of Oggle, a solo performance, is a history of dispossession and abuse in a priest-ridden Ireland whose details are depressingly familiar. So much so, in fact, that Gowen's play reads like a formula.His protagonist, Pakie, moves quickly from his home to the beatings and molestations of a Christian Brothers industrial school and then into an adulthood of resistance and divided communities. But it is also based on a true story, that of a childhood friend who died by suicide in his late 30s after a life scarred by sexual abuse.The "Oggle" of the title is a not-so-veiled reference to Gowen's native Youghal, where the play premiered in 2013. Shortly before it was due to return to the town for the tour, though, its dates were cancelled by the local promoters, who cited complaints from "unnamed sources".That may sound like censorship or a publicity boon – the story became part of the production's marketing material – but either way it lends heft to Pakie's distinction between a singular observer and a timid community: "Two eyes sees all. Ten thousand eyes sees nothing." All of this made it fascinating to read, in these pages, about the musician Cormac Breatnach's intention to make a stage performance based on the wrongful conviction of his brother, Osgur, for the 1976 Sallins train robbery. My colleague Peter Murtagh's article described it as "something of an exorcism" for Breatnach, whose formative years were affected by the miscarriage of justice.Theatre deals with conflict, with trauma and, ideally, with catharsis: you plunge into the depths in order to resurface, with luck, feeling shaken but cleansed. But theatre is ill equipped to bring much of anything to a conclusion. When Donal O'Kelly's play Ailliliú Fionnuala imagined the trial of an oil executive behind the Shell Corrib gas project in Rossport it seemed like wishful thinking for protesters, a reminder that any real-life reckoning was just a pipe dream. The laws of theatre are curious things, endlessly argued.To imagine something may be the first step to bringing it into being, but to witness a fantasy of justice in an unaccountable world seems like simple, perhaps dangerous, placation. It's hard to stage a conflict resolution. An audience in Youghal, for whatever reason, can always look away. After more than half a century a murder suspect is still in the dock. Understand the People, the history, the way of life at the time. this movie shows some of the way we had to life, whether right or wrong . . as an proud Irish person (sometimes we fu** up too) i am not proud of some of our past ' governments,the Catholic church,starvation, but it is our pain, it makes us who we are, Brave movie to make in Ireland .

From my point of view this was an absolutely awful film. That is not saying that it wasn't executed competently and the stellar cast ceratinly perfromed well. However, what makes this film so bad is the scrrenplay. The author simply uses stereotypes from the classic Irish literature with its focus on rural life, tradition and poverty. From a certain point onwards that made Irish literature provincial and at times hardly bearable before the arrival of a modern Irish urban literature. So this film just adds stereotype to stereotype and strings it together to an uninspired story relying heavily on Irish foklore. All ingredients are there: the dominant father, love of the lamd, immigration to America, family conflict and lots of landscape.

I decided to watch this film because I usually enjoy the performances of such actors as John Hurt, Richard Harris, and Sean Bean. But this movie is absolutely ridiculous and so far over the top it should have been rated as a comedy masquerading as a serious drama. Richard Harris should have won some kind of an award for overacting in this film. He spends a great deal of the movie either screaming at the top of his lungs or rambling on with some ludicrous noble diatribe that I'm not sure he even knows what he's talking about. If you want to see better performances with an Irish brogue attached, try watching an Irish Spring soap commercial, much more enjoyable and watchable than this disaster of a movie. Everyone in Ireland is portrayed as the most horrible, unclean, and insensitive dregs you would ever want to meet, which one wonders why anyone would consider relocating there in this film. This film is so completely bad, I won't even mention the smiling donkey. How can anyone take this film seriously with the incredible overacting? Wow...