Showing posts with label The Field. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Field. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Sean Bean Gets His Irish Up

At times, I think being an Anglophile is as much ingrained in the blood as it is being related to a country by birth. I’d mentioned in a previous post that the first time I saw Sean Bean was in The Field and Patriot Games, where he plays a young Irish farmer and an IRA terrorist, respectively. My own background consists of both Irish and English ancestors and I’d been raised with a good sense of both countries, their histories, their troubles and travails where I could see and empathize with the both sides of the equation. Films often enhance the experience and take you into a place and into the psyche of a certain character and I soon found out that Sean Bean was more than capable of taking me into a familiar world and expanding its horizons.

So imagine my surprise to find out that the fine Irish actor I had newly discovered was actually from Yorkshire. It’s not just a matter of jumping the Irish channel to England, but the distinction between the North and South of England as well. Some people outside the UK may not be aware there is a great difference, but it is not just the contrast between say, a posh English accent from the South and the discernible Northern accent of Sean’s birth…a mix of ‘sex and steel’ as one astute female observer noted. But it is also about his animal sense of place. A bit of ‘up the country’ in Sean’s ability to play those characters from the ground up, charging those roles with an innate sense of pride and gritty realism that makes him distinct amongst his peers. There’s a stand and fight sense about Sean Bean; a tradition long held dear on both sides of the Irish Sea.

Perhaps it is these character traits that drew a director’s or a producer’s eye towards Sean, for these early films. Did they somehow perceive or sniff out an Irishman in the making? Whatever it was, their keen foresight would prove largely prophetic for it was just the beginning in showcasing Sean’s flair for perfecting accents and absorbing people from all walks of life.

Sean Bean’s first appearance in a film as an Irishman was in the part of Dominic O’Brien in Catherine Cookson’s The Fifteen Streets, 1989. When Sean was first cast, Producer Ray Marshall had a challenge:

He needed someone dashing, a bit rough around the edges, but also something of a charmer. He instantly knew Sean Bean was right for the role of Dominic O'Brien. It was a casting made in heaven. And thanks to his role in the drama set on the Tyne docks in 1910, Sean Bean became a household name and international film star.
Jun 26 2001 Evening Chronicle

Dashing? A bit rough around the edges? Aye, Sean Bean was their man, all right. And he would prove perfect for the role of the brash, arrogant younger brother of the sensible, and even tempered John O’Brien.
The Fifteen Streets tells the story of turn-of-the-century Great Britain, where a Northern factory worker (Owen Teale) and an aristocratic school teacher fall deeply in love, only to find their passion sorely tested by their class and cultural differences. The story becomes further complicated when the naive and child-like Nancy from across the way becomes pregnant and everyone suspects John to be the father.




In his second role as an Irishman, Bean plays the slow-witted son of Bull McCabe in The Field, 1990. This time Sean was up against some true giants of his profession, keeping company with the likes of Richard Harris and John Hurt. These acting greats did not overshadow Bean’s ability to perform; in fact the challenge enhanced his work, proving that he could stand up to seasoned veterans with ease.
With very little dialogue, Bean was able to take us into the heart and mind of Tadgh McCabe; a son who bears the monstrous responsibility of a tragedy that occurred in the family years ago and who bears the brunt of his father’s anger. Emotions flicker over Sean’s face like clouds across a landscape; alternately playing light and dark in fleeting glimpses that threaten us with their presence. We are drawn in, unaware of it trespassing into our own emotions as we watch this grown man struggle to deal with his father’s irrational ideas and bullying tirades. When Tadgh finally meets a tinker’s daughter, we see him struggle to act like the man he so badly wants to become beneath his father’s relentless rule.



This may be one of Sean’s earliest roles but it remains one of my favorites for the sheer range of feeling he shows in a glance, the way he sets his jaw or in the slump and crouch of his body as he tears through the Irish countryside, seeking escape from unexpressed thoughts and confusion.


The fire and bravado we saw executed in Sean’s earlier portrayal of Dominic would serve him well when he came up for the role as Sean Miller in Patriot Games 1992. In this film, Bean plays an Irish terrorist bent on revenge for the killing of his younger brother by Jack Ryan (Harrison Ford) who foils a splinter faction of the IRA’s attempt to kill a member of the Royal Family. Obsessed with killing Ryan and his family, Bean displays his hatred in wordless vitriol.


Despite its many violent episodes, the film remains bloodless. Perhaps that can be traced to Mr. Clancy's fascination with technology, and to his way of treating human characters only slightly less methodically than he treats machines. The Ryans are so generically happy, and the terrorists so generically bad, that it's a wonder Mr. Noyce can create any real tension or surprise. But he has cast the villainous roles particularly well; the fierce-looking Sean Bean is outstandingly good as Ryan's main antagonist, and Patrick Bergen brings the right air of calculation to the terrorist mastermind he plays. Several of the film's main sequences, like an encounter between Mr. Bean's Sean Miller and David Threlfall as the police inspector who has been his captor, derive their horror from the looks of pure loathing that these terrorists bestow upon their prey.
Patriot Games by Janet Maslin New York Times, June 5, 1992



Sean’s Belfast accent was flawless and his deep-seated hatred for those who had destroyed his family sprang from genes you would have sworn were fast-rooted in troubled Irish soil.

To think that Bean was simultaneously filming Lady Chatterley, playing the sensitive Yorkshire gamekeeper Mellors which would quickly ensure his place as every woman’s ‘bit of rough’ whilst portraying a Belfast assassin who kills with calculated coolness and ferocity is astonishing.

One can’t help but wonder how we will see Bean pull off his two distinct roles and mindsets in the upcoming Ca$h. If experience has anything to teach us, it tells us to grab a passport and brush up on your Baedeker; Sean’s about to take you on a trip you’re not soon likely to forget.

Traci Moore

Friday, March 20, 2009

Humanizing the Villain

Living in America, the first time I ever saw Sean Bean in a film was in 1990 in The Field where he starred alongside such acting stalwarts as Richard Harris and John Hurt. Seeing him play a mentally slow son of a bullying father (Harris) drew me in from the start. Here was a young man who wanted to please his father but was led to do bad things, usually through the guidance and coercion of others. On the surface, one could look at the character of Tadgh as played by Sean as a one-dimensional entity especially since he had very little dialogue throughout the film. However, it was an early hallmark of his talent and skill to convey conflict in a myriad of emotions that flickered across his face and pulsed in his body language as he struggled to convey his inability to understand and obey his father’s inexhaustible demands.

That emotional conflict is what drew me back to see him again and again. The next time I saw Sean Bean was in 1992 in Patriot Games with Harrison Ford. Here he played an IRA terrorist who goes after Ford and his family in retribution for the killing of his younger brother. The first glimpse of the simmering hatred on Bean’s face as he stared down Ford in the courtroom was enough to scare the living daylights out of me. Yet I couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for the man who had lost his younger brother to a cause he fervently believed in. This is Sean Bean’s forte. The ability to play a villain and no matter how bad, how corrupt that character may be, he manages to find something in them that makes him human and therefore relatable to those who watch him onscreen. He breathes uncommon life into villains that normally one would find despicable and entirely unsympathetic. It can be a small hesitation in the way he delivers a line, a palpable swallow, a look that flickers across his face for a fleeting second that makes you sit up and have second thoughts about whom you are actually seeing unfold before you on the screen. He makes his characters real. He makes his villains in particular, more human and three-dimensional than most of the good men you see played onscreen.

Many movie goers know Sean as “that bad dude” in films such as Golden Eye, Scarlett, National Treasure, and more recently, The Hitcher. In The Hitcher he came into the role of John Ryder which brought with it literally no background. A man bent on killing as much and as savagely as he could until somebody stopped him. But why? Only Sean’s flair for conveying the unspoken could he communicate a man with a death wish so fervent that he was pleading for his own violent end, as savage as any he had committed. It was what Ryder felt he deserved and Sean proved he could portray this villain without explanation or apologies for his behaviour.

His most recent turn as real estate developer John Dawson in the 1974 and 1983 installments of The Red Riding Series is a new achievement for Bean, as vile and nasty a character as any he has portrayed to date yet gilded with a sense of open magnanimity that betrays the evil that lies in wait.

And these are only some of the reasons that I am eagerly waiting for Ca$h! to come out. The thought of seeing Sean Bean play two roles, perhaps two sides of the same coin is yet another new feat for him and a challenge I am certain he'll excel at. When it comes to playing bad, no one does it so very good.

--Traci