I watched a movie set in Ireland last night before falling asleep. It’s called A Shine of Rainbows, and it was something recommended to me for live streaming by Netflix. It stars Connie Nielsen and Aiden Quinn. Ms. Nielsen played the caesar’s sister in Gladiator (took me awhile to know where I’d seen her before), and she is absolutely radiant in this role. And might I say, I have always fallen hard for Aiden Quinn’s blue-blue-blue eyes.
I loved this movie. I loved how colors played such a strong part in the movie and was moved by them even before I completely understood the significance. The official blurb reads: “Ostracized 8-year-old orphan Tomás (John Bell) finds his colorless life transformed after spirited Maire (Connie Nielsen) adopts him and instills in him the confidence to make friends — and magic — in this inspirational Irish tale of self-discovery. But the boy’s hopes for a bright future are in danger of fading when Maire’s husband, Alec (Aidan Quinn), has trouble accepting the withdrawn Tomás.”
I am a sucker for an Irish accent. I’m sure me great-grandmother, Mary Emeline Malone, would think it natural, don’t ya know. Well, these characters’ voices got into my head and stayed with me through the night. When I woke up this morning, I realized I was dreaming with an Irish accent. The dream was one of those odd, makes-no-sense dreams, but everyone in it, including me, was talking with an Irish lilt. I’m thinkin’ that’s a fine thing altogether.