Ryan's Daughter (1970)
Genre: Dramas
Starring: Sarah Miles, Robert Mitchum, Christopher Jones, John Mills, Trevor Howard
Producer: Anthony Havelock-Allan
Screenwriter: Robert Bolt
Composer: Maurice Jarre
DVD Info
Release:
Feb 7, 2006
DVD Features:
- 2 Disc Set
- Widescreen 2.40
Audio:
- Dolby Surround 5.1 English, French
Additional Release Material:
- Audio Commentary: 1. Lady Sandra Lean
- 2. Sarah Miles
- 3. Trine Mitchum (Robert Mitchum's Daughter), 4. Assistant Director Michael Stevenson
- 5. Second Unit Director Roy Stevens
- 6. Art Director Roy Walker
- 7. Assistant Editor Tony Lawson
- 8. Location Manager Eddie Fowlie
- 9. Stuntman Vic Armstrong
- Biographies: 1. Stephen M. Silverman
- 2. Directors John Boorman
- 3. Hugh Hudson
- 4. Richard Schickel
Theatrical Trailer:
- Documentaries: 1. Ryan's Daughter: A Story of Love
- 2. Film Night: We're the Last of the Traveling Circuses
- 3. The Making of Ryan's Daughter (A 4-Part 35th-Anniversary Documentary)
- 4. Storm Rising
- 5. Storm Chaser
- 6. Storm Catcher
- 7. The Eye of the Storm
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Reviews
Arguably David Lean's weakest film, this lushly photographed (it won Oscar for Freddie Young) period Irish romance is rambling and pointless, and feels like an occasion for Sarah Miles (then married to writer Bolt) to show off her beautiful body.
The best thing about this much-vaunted, overlong Irish epic love triangle is its gorgeous photography.
Overlength of perhaps 30 minutes serves to magnify some weaknesses of Robert Bolt's original screenplay, to dissipate the impact of the performances, and to overwhelm outstanding photography and production.
Those who were jealous of [Lean's] previous successes decried the film as an utter failure, though of course it is not, it just isn't quite as good as his other movies.
Some hippie-dippiness dates the picture, but the vérité posturing of Lean's peers looks a lot kitschier in retrospect
If you are looking for a breath of fresh Eire, you are in the wrong movie.
Vet British actor John Mills won the Supporting Oscar for playing the village's idiot
A disappointing failure of tone, a lush and overblown self-indulgence in which David Lean has given us a great deal less than meets the eye.
Lean's depiction of provincial Ireland during the unrest of 1916 may suffer a little from its rather worthy romanticism, but this does not dilute its powerful, epic vision.
It's insanely overproduced in Lean's standard epic style, yet somehow the crazy mismatches in scale contribute to the film's sense of romantic delirium.


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