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Pre-Hollywood
Hitchcock scuttled by terminal European angst and outdated caricatures.
For all
its humor and colorful characters, Juno
and the Paycock closes with a downer ending which makes
one wonder if the poor, suffering mass of Humanity might not all be
better off dead. It's less of a tearjerker than a suicidal
depression-jerker and really must be seen to be believed.
To be fair,
Juno and the Paycock is a faithful adaptation of a
play by Sean O' Casey, so the ending was preordained. And again,
to be fair, it must be said that some people might consider the play
in question to be a fine play, true to its subject, full of absolutely
"hilarious"
Irish
stereotypes. The story certainly includes many timely dramatic twists
intended to keep the audience interested and entertained the whole way
through. The actors in Hitchcock's version are competent (except,
perhaps, for
John Laurie
as the amputee son).
And, of course, there's that ending, which could never be accused
of bowing to feel-good sentimentality, not by a light-year.
Now,
on to the plot.
Juno
(Sara
Allgood)
is
the long-suffering wife of Captain Boyle (played with relish by
Edward Chapman)
who fancies himself a sea-captain but who is, in reality, a lazy, unemployed
drunken-Irishman ["you
know the type", the play seems to say].
With Juno and the Captain live their still-available daughter
Mary (Kathleen
O' Regan)
and
their amputee/stool pigeon son Johnny
(John
Laurie).
Drunken-Irishman
that he is, the Captain struts around like a peacock as he strives to
(a)
avoid
gainful employment and (b)
acquire
another drink. Naturally, he dreams that someday a great sum of
money will fall into his lap [as does every Irish
simpleton, the story seems to infer].
Then
one day, upon the death of a never-seen relative the Captain's dream
comes true. The family borrows heavily in advance of The Big Check
in order that they might move right on up into a more comfortable middle-class
lifestyle.
[No patience, those Irish, the script seems to
suggest.] Some time
later the family discovers that the Big Check won't be coming after
all, after which things go from bad to worse to just plain God-awful.
Oh, well
--so much for the luck of the Irish.
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