This was based on a 1920s Broadway play that was panned by the critics but ran for about five years, setting a record at that time. It is something of a Romeo and Juliet acted out by the Jews and the Irish. Was shown on TV in the early 1950s. Don't remember much about its quality; couldn't grasp the tension between the families because living in Brooklyn I thought that just about everybody was Jewish anyway. Bizarrely, Art Baker, MC of the popular "You Asked for It" TV show, played the rabbi. As a kid I couldn't compute how this rather serious MC on a documentary-type show had wound up in a farce (which preceded his run on the show, of course). Yes, the early days of TV were confusing.
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petelush9 October 2010
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As a Broadway play, "Abie's Irish Rose" is to non-musical theater historians what "Cats" is to musical theater historians, a popular show that seemed to run forever and now is considered a theatrical history joke. I have been searching for this movie forever, just curious over how bad it would be, and while I can understand the weak reviews, I found parts of it charming, if somewhat cringe-worthy on a sentimental and stereotypical level. For a play as hated as it is, the themes have been spoofed and re-used over and over again, even spawning a sitcom ("Bridget Loves Bernie") and a hysterical line in the musical "On the Twentieth Century" where the character of Oscar Jaffe sings about willing his tickets to this surprising hit to one of his cohorts. Even soap operas have, perhaps, unknowingly gotten in on the "Abie's Irish Rose" spoofing, as a 1983-1984 storyline on "General Hospital" had an Irish restaurant owner (Rose Kelly) falling in love with a Jewish reporter (Jake Meyer) and interference from friends and family creating problems in a relationship that went nowhere. "Ryan's Hope" went into further detail in a storyline involving Pat Ryan learning about Jewish culture from his girlfriend Nancy's traditional Jewish parents who had their reservations but basically didn't interfere with the couple.
For this second movie version of the play by Anne Nichols, the setting has been updated to the end of World War II where a soldier of Jewish heritage (Richard Norris) meets a feisty Irish girl (Joanne Dru) and marries her on the spur of the moment. They have a difficulty returning to his home town of New York City where Norris is spotted by old family friends (George E. Stone and Vera Gordon) who immediately spot the fact that Norris is in love. Norris's traditional Jewish father (Michael Chekhov) is thrilled to meet Dru, whom Norris nervously gives a Jewish name to, and encourages them to marry right away. But when Dru's stereotypical boisterous Irish father (J.M. Kerrigan) arrives, the cat gets out of the bag, and a family feud pits Chekhov and Kerrigan against each other, even though they are soon presented with grandchildren that will obviously either bring them together and end the feud or create more issues.
I found it strange that both fathers were written as widowers, with no female influence on them outside of Gordon's big hearted Jewish neighbor, perhaps the only one who sees that Dru and Norris are very much in love and deserve their chance at happiness in spite of their religious and cultural differences. The updated story has the couple dealing with the overcrowding hotel situation in London, with Eric Blore amusing as the hotel manager. While certainly no classic or groundbreaking as a great play, "Abie's Irish Rose" is funny and even touching at times, even though the situation is quite contrived. Certainly, the stereotypes do have some valid points in their older characters being more traditional and the younger generation being more open to change, even though other plays and musicals (most notably "Fiddler on the Roof") have dealt with mixed marriages more realistically and didn't resort to pathos and sentimentality to structure its story around. This certainly doesn't deserve the "Bomb" rating I've seen in various movie review books, although I wouldn't give it any awards either. -
JohnHowardReid25 October 2013"A phenomenon unique in the American theatre", to quote Edwin Bronner, author of The Encyclopedia of the American Theatre 1900 – 1975", the stage play, Abie's Irish Rose, was initially rejected by every manager, impresario and dogsbody on Broadway. Nevertheless, the play's author, Anne Nichols, had faith in her work, even though everyone else on Broadway from Cohen to Ziegfeld thought it stank – and they were all marvelously correct. I would rate Abie's Irish Rose as the lousiest play ever commercially produced anywhere. But author Nichols didn't give a hang what all Broadway's experts from impresarios to ticket scalpers thought. She had faith in her play and decided to produce it herself! Signing up a cast of would-be thespians and nobodies, she persuaded a bottom-of-the-barrel director to take on the job and invested every cent she had in the world, namely a scanty $5,000. The play duly opened at the Fulton on May 23, 1932. The critics were derisively dismissing and the public obligingly stayed away. To keep the show going despite scanty ticket sales, Miss Nichols managed to twist the arm of Arnold Rothstein, of all people! Rothstein, a professional gambler, agreed to lend Nichols $30,000 in return for an interest in the production. The exact amount, varying from a 10% interest to 75%, depends on who you ask! Well, Rothstein was known as the lad on whom Lady Luck smiled from time to time, and she sure outdid herself with Abie's Irish Rose! No sooner had Rothstein invested his dough than the box office began to pick up. Mind you, Arnold was a good talker, and he had a lot of contacts, and maybe he persuaded a good few to take a look-see. And maybe they enjoyed the show. And maybe they told their friends. Anyway, receipts began to rise and they just kept on rising. Before the play was finally through on Broadway, five years later, eleven million people had paid twenty-two million dollars to watch Abie's Irish Rose! The show then went on the road. In the meantime, Miss Nichols sold the movie rights to Paramount. The film version, directed by Victor Fleming (who was later to helm Gone With The Wind) had a gala society premiere in New York at the Forty-fourth Street Theatre on April 19, 1928. That version, a silent, seems to have disappeared, but the 1946 re-make by executive producer, Bing Crosby, is still with us. The Fleming movie starred Buddy Rogers, Nancy Carroll and Jean Hersholt. The remake, a Bing Crosby Production released by United Artists, offers Joanne Dru as Rosemary and Richard Norris as Abie. It was directed by A. Edward Sutherland from a screenplay by Miss Nichols herself. As we might expect, it's very much a filmed stage play. This lack of cinematic quality in the over-talkative screenplay is not helped by Sutherland's consistently routine direction. One of the few exceptions to the Sutherland rule, is the circuitous tracking shot through the orange-decorated room which culminates in a long pause before J.M. Kerrigan enters. Dull close-ups and tiresome reverse angles don't stimulate interest either. The dialogue is some of the corniest, tritest, most sentimental and least believable I have ever suffered through. And as for the acting! With the sole exception of Joanne Dru's charming portrayal of the title role, it's as corny and exaggerated as the playing in an old-time farce. The worst offenders in the acting department are Michael Chekhov, J. M. Kerrigan, George E. Stone (who adopts a pseudo-Yiddish accent and whose make-up is as phony as that accent), Vera Gordon, Emory Parnell, Bruce Merritt (who is constantly standing around with a stupid grin on his immobile face), Louis Jean Heydt and others. And as for Richard Norris who plays Abie, a more callow, ineffectual, and wooden "pretty boy" would be hard to imagine. No wonder he was rarely heard from again! The plot developments are as corny, predictable and as heavily relying on co-incidences as the characters are uniformly pasteboard stereotypes. Even their religious attitudes are farcically simplistic. Few attempts have been made to open up the stage play and such little as there is, can only be described as inept. The stage curtain is plainly discernible between the Acts. And to top it all off before the final curtain descends, there enters a singing policeman who croons an Irish lullaby in Bing Crosby style! Miss Dru is attractively photographed and cinematographer William C. Mellor uses deep focus with ease. The music score is occasionally lively but other credits remain stolidly routine. Production values rate as extremely modest, using stock footage for example for all exterior scenes.