The British are not happy. This is admittedly a standard state of affairs for that island in the fog, but I find the reason rather amusing. Irish director Ken Loach, whose film The Wind That Shakes the Barley won the Palme D’Or at Cannes, has just become the British media’s newest target. Why? Ahh, you see, The Wind That Shakes the Barley tells the story of the 1920s Irish independence uprising from an Irish perspective and apparently makes the British occupiers look…not so good.
In Tuesday’s edition of the Sun, columnist Harry MacAdam calls The Wind That Shakes The Barley the “most pro-IRA film ever”.
Its plot, he continues, is “designed to drag the reputation of our nation through the mud”.
In the Daily Mail, Ruth Dudley Edwards writes that Loach’s purpose is to “encourage direct comparisons between the Ireland of 1920-22 and present-day Iraq”.
“This, of course, requires the portrayal of the British as sadists and the Irish as romantic, idealistic resistance fighters.”
The film, told entirely from the perspective of its Irish characters, shows British soldiers to be indiscriminately violent.
Excuse me a minute while I put on my very best Bob Dylan sneer:
How does it feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel?
Gosh, imagine that! Historically questionable depictions of a nation as an undifferentiated mass of bloody, brutal occupiers told entirely from the perspective of the poor suffering oppressed underdog who would of course never resort to violent tactics of their own kinda…well…they kinda burn you up, don’t they, you fucking wankers?
Is there a lesson in this? Could we possibly take something away from this and apply it to our international relations?
Of course we can. We should boycott Ireland’s universities!