On Friday, I was shocked like the rest of America to learn that Richard Nixon had been taped in the Oval Office subscribing to a stereotype: â€?The Irish canâ€™t drink.â€¦Virtually every Irish Iâ€™ve known gets mean when he drinks. Particularly the real Irish.â€?Read the whole thing there.
On Saturday, I went to see The Fighter, a first-rate biopic about the pugnacious family life of boxer â€?Irishâ€? Micky Ward, â€?The Pride of Lowell.â€? The Fighter is only the latest in a long series of Oscar contenders, such as Good Will Hunting, Mystic River, and The Departed, about sozzled Greater Boston residents pounding the hell out of each other. In recent years, awards-season movies have featured working-class Irish giving each other fraternal concussions almost as often as upper-class English serving each other tea in a marked manner. Both The Town and The Fighter are good bets to join The Kingâ€™s Speech as Best Picture nominees.