The Luck of Ginger Coffey

Robert Shaw is an Irish immigrant to Canada who's at a low point. Wife Mary Ure (his wife in real life) has had enough. He blarneys his way into an ill-paying job as a proof reader on a newspaper, and blarneys his wife into staying a little longer. But eventually she gives up and leaves. He holds onto his daughter, and gets a job as a delivery man for a diaper service, but his grandiose self-worth keeps getting in his own way.

It's a kitchen-sink drama with fine performances by the leads, and a first opportunity as a leading man for Shaw. He makes the most of it, and director Irvin Kershner gets some fine compositions out of the snowy Quebec location shooting. The story is a constant barrage of low-key misery that it soon becomes wearisome. With Liam Redmond, Tom Haarvey, and Leslie Yeo.

As the title character, Robert Shaw delivers one of the most affecting performances in his accomplished career. Best known for his scene-stealing in Jaws, ("So, eleven hundred men went into the water. Three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the twenty-ninth, nineteen-forty five...), Shaw gives his heart and soul as Ginger Coffey, a Irish immigrant who comes Montreal in search of his pot of gold. Easily the best depiction of the cold winter streets of urban Canada, the pie-eyed idealism of Coffey both infuriates the audience and endears the character to them. A rare find, if you get the chance to see this gem, don't let it pass you by. This film makes us dream about an albeit mythical time where "...all men had reached the top of the hill; there were no dull jobs, no humiliating interviews, no turndowns; no man was saddled with ungrateful daughters, there were unlimited funds to spend..you were free."

Ginger Coffey (Robert Shaw) and his wife Vera (Mary Ure) with their daughter Paulie are struggling in Montreal. He can't seem to keep a good job, but keeps hoping for a break. Vera expects him to buy boat tickets back to her family in Dublin. He finally tells her the truth. He has already spent the ticket money. He cannot stop lying and she has enough.

This is a Canadian movie that feels a lot more like a British film about the lower class. Robert Shaw has a lot to do with that and he's magnificent. This feels like a Ken Loach film. The man is spinning a lot of plates and they keep falling over.

Ginger Coffey (Robert Shaw) moves with his wife, Vera (Mary Ure, Shaw's real-life wife) from Dublin to Montreal, to make a new life for them and their daughter, Paulie (Libby McClintock). This film chronicles their struggle to gain acceptance, in a New World which doesn't immediately recognise Ginger's potential and leaves him to work at menial jobs to support his family.

Mary Ure made very few films during her short life, mainly working in the theatre, but here she is excellent as the worried wife who wants only the best for her family. As Ginger, Robert Shaw is excellent and fairly restrained when you compare this film with his later work which became something of self-parody. Montreal is also represented in an honest way within this film - it is a New World which has hope and opportunity, even as its immigrant population face their own problems and overcome them.

Little-seen these days, this black and white sixties gem is underrated and deserves wider exposure.

If I had not known the director's name, I could have thought it was a Tony Richardson, Lindsay Anderson or Karel Reisz, or even John Schlesinger's film, the lead film makers of the kitchen sink drama period of the UK film industry, typical of this period, kind of Ken Loach before ts time. But that takes place in Canada instead of Great Britain. Social and depressing dramas of course. And it's so interesting to watch Bob Shaw in one of his earliest performances. So delightful. A movie whoch the topic is so close to reality.