The "blarney and begorrah" nonsense I can understand. Ford was not an Irishman, he was an American with Irish ancestory who saw Ireland in the light that he wanted to see it, and all the "blarney and begorrah" that litter the film was all right by him. However, that in itself does not cause me to hate the film. It is the film's ethics, the idea that it is right and proper for two grown men to sort a dispute out with fisticuffs. I could understand schoolboys thinking along these lines - afterall, it is how they sort out their disputes - but grown-ups? Oh, come on. I feel like telling Ford to grow up. The films appeal escapes me utterly.