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Production : Sixteen Films , Element Films, EMC, Bim Distribuzione, Tornasol
Réalisation : Ken Loach
Scénario : Paul Laverty
Montage : Jonathan Morris
Photo : Barry Achroyd
Décors : Fergus Clegg
Distribution : Diaphana Distribution
Son : Ray Beckett, Kevin Brazier
Musique : George Fenton
Costumes: Eimer Ni Mhaoldomhnaigh
Durée : 124 mn


Orla Fitzgerald : Sinead
Cillian Murphy : Damien
Padraic Delaney : Teddy
Liam Cunnigan : Dan


Site officiel
bande annonce
IRA : histoire


Le vent se lève (The Wind That Shakes The Barley)

Sélection officielle - Compétition

Irlande, 1920. Au plus vif des combats pour l'indépendance.

La troupe des "Black and Tans" est sur le pied de guerre contre l'oppression anglaise. Parmi eux : Damien, jeune médecin et son frère Teddy, tous deux prêts au sacrifice. Leurs combats déjà gagnés et forces de conviction les conduiront jusqu'à points de non retour... L'histoire de deux frères devenus ennemis. Quand le patriotisme devient amour avant de sombrer dans la barbarie...

(Le titre du film provient d'une chanson folklorique du XIXe siècle)

I sat within the valley green / I sat me with my true love / My sad heart strove the two between / The old love and the new love / The old for her, the new that made me / Think on Ireland dearly / While soft the wind blew down the glade / And shook the golden barley
'Twas hard the mournful words to frame / To break the ties that bound us / But harder still to bear the shame / Of foreign chains around us / And so I said, "The mountain glen / I'll seek at morning early / And join the bold United Men" / While soft winds shook the barley
Sad I kissed away her tears / Her arms around me clinging / When to my ears that fateful shot / Came out the wildwood ringing / The bullet pierced my true love's heart / In life's young spring so early / And there within my arms she died / While soft winds shook the barley
I bore her to some mountain stream / And many's the summer blossom / I placed with branches soft and green / About her gore-stained bosom / I wept and kissed her cold, cold corpse / Then rushed o'er hill and valley / My vengeance on the foe to wreak / While soft winds shook the barley
'Twas blood for blood without remorse / I took at Oulart Hollow / And placed my true love's clay cold corpse / Where mine full soon may follow / Around her grave I wander drear / Noon, night and morning early / With aching heart whene'er I hear / The wind that shakes the barley


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