A War of Children

I understand the criticisms of some of the reviewers. I lived in Miami during the TV series Miami Vice and we used to laugh at some of the ridiculous and unrealistic happenings, particularly the geographical inconsistencies, treating Miami Beach and Miami as one location. However, I am fine with artistic liberties. If I desire perfect realism/history, I watch a documentary or read a book, and I doubt the film could've been made in Northern Ireland in 1972. Did Bert's crummy cockney accent ruin Mary Poppins? For me, the extreme power of the story completely overrode any illogical inconsistencies. I very much enjoyed the film, and cried buckets at several points (which, since I am a notorious watering pot, that may not be such a big deal!) I saw the film on TV in 1972 (or 73) and was quite moved by it. I would definitely recommend it. The acting of every single character was superb! My only criticism is that the film itself hasn't aged well; the copy I saw was very grainy and at times, difficult to hear dialogue.

This made-for-TV movie is set in the time period it was made (1972), telling the story of two Northern Ireland families, one Protestant and one Catholic, who have managed, in spite of their different backgrounds, to become friends. Yet they must still struggle against ancient hatreds that have divided their communities and their island -- to the extent that they must maintain their friendship in secret and away from their respective neighborhoods. Despite their efforts, that friendship is gradually eroded by enmity and fear woven so deeply that, before long, it begins to engulf another generation.

Jenny Agutter is the daughter of the Catholic family who finds romance with a British soldier, played by a very young Anthony Andrews. Despite these familiar faces, though, the mostly-Irish cast and the location filming give this movie a deep sense of authenticity. Ultimately, it's a heartbreaking story that pulls no punches -- made all the more poignant because, after so many years, Northern Ireland still has found no lasting peace.

I recently saw this brilliant true film this year and was overwhelmed by the great storyline, acting and action. It was thought provoking and gave me new perspectives and new education relating to the Troubles in NI in the 60s - 70s. I was born in late 70s so I didn't know how bad things were in the early 70s on both sides of the conflict. It was the different circumstances throughout the film that led to different situations for families and friends. It was sad to see how a great friendship between 2 families (one was Catholic and one was Protestant) before the conflict 0 and then their friendship was torn apart overtime because of certain circumstances and situations as the NI Troubles escalated. I got emotional several times throughout the film eg when the nice Catholic mum becomes a hardcore republican and the 2 wee boys friendship breaking up. What really got me overwhelmed was the true love story which was the strong relationship between a Catholic girl and a British soldier which was threatened several times by the girl's own family and community and how the Catholic girl's mum (who was hardcore republican) disapproved her daughter's relationship with the British soldier and the girl's mum actually tarred and feathered her own daughter - heartbreaking movie but contains one of my all time favourite love stories about the relationship between the British soldier and a Catholic girl. I still get emotional thinking about this movie but will definitely watch it again and I definitely recommend it as it is dramatic, thought provoking, educational and making viewers see both sides of the coin. Younger people from Northern Ireland should watch this as it will show them how bad it was in the early 70s and you can see both sides of the coin on different situations and circumstances.

I watched this film in 1973, in Dublin, as I waited for a flight to New York. It was laughable on every level. Firstly, the accents were all over the place. Those that actually sounded Irish wandered at least 100 miles south of Belfast; well into the Republic of Ireland. The acting was stage Oirish at its worst. Plotting was sublimely inauthentic, with Anthony Andrews' soldier borrowing military vehicles to visit Jenny Agutter up the Falls Road; acts which would have brought his romance to an abrupt end. The IRA prisoners were rescued from the evil Brits when an ancient crone, straight from the potato famine, teleported into the late 20th century and stepped out in front of the armed convoy, responding to the imperious complaint of the chief Brit with the immortal line "Sorry yer honour".

The location shots were so obviously Dublin, right down to the green corporation buses, that when Anthony Andrews left the post-coital bed in his rented love nest, opened the curtains and said, "You can see the river from here", a loud Dublin voice shouted "It's probably the ****** Liffey!" He brought the house down.

See it for a laugh. Thirty three years later, it's still fresh in this viewer's mind.

I have not seen this movie in over thirty years and yet I can never forget the ending of this movie.As an African-American,I did not find anything to laugh about in this movie with all the discrepancies and inaccuracies that a few reviewers have mentioned. That the British soldiers' uniform may not have been accurate or where the movie was actually shot were not issues that mattered to me while watching this movie. There may have been some illogical plot twists in this movie but overall, the movie achieved its main point of how war affects children.I only remember how such a thing as hate can destroy people's lives and of course, that children are the first casualties.This movie first made me aware of the troubles in Ireland.I was impressed by the acting of the young actors.