Lack of good storyline.

This movie feels like it was made purely to piss off people who want good shows

Easily the biggest piece of Right wing non sense propaganda I ever saw.

One of the film's great tricks is that, for a time, you think it will go down a rabbit hole of unrealistic glorification.

Most people don't even get past the title. The website Total Film ranked it as the 16th worst film title of all time. Mind you, it comes from an era that also produced titles like Who Is Harry Kellerman and Why Is He Saying Those Terrible Things About Me? and Can Hieronymus Merkin Ever Forget Mercy Humppe And Find True Happiness? So maybe it didn't stand out that much at the time. And then there's the basic premise of the film – Gene Wilder as a simple Dubliner … who collects horse dung for a living. Not promising, on the face of it. It's sometimes described as a romantic comedy. Well … it's certainly very funny. And there's a romance at the heart of it. But thankfully, it comes from a time when films didn't all have to conform to rigid categories so it's also filled with a sweet sadness right from the start, characterised by the melancholy little tune which Quackser hums to himself. Its hero lives in straitened circumstances with poor prospects. But this is far from Angela's Ashes. On the contrary, Quackser's lack of ambition and easygoing approach to life are a cause for celebration at the end of the Sixties. It's very unusual for its time in being a major Hollywood motion picture which was not only shot but set in contemporary Dublin. The steady-ish stream of big-budget films made here in those years such as The Blue Max, Darling Lili and The Spy Who Came in from The Cold were inevitably of another place and - often - another time. But here was our Dublin on the big screen, though admittedly a Dublin that was already fading away before our eyes. It was filmed in August/September 1969 mainly on location around the city but also in Ardmore Studios. It opened in the USA in July 1970 but thanks to distribution problems, it didn't reach Irish cinemas until June 1972, which is when I first saw it. Let me tell you a little about some of the people involved, all of whom have had extraordinary careers: Whatever about Quackser's improbable story, Gabriel Walsh, who wrote the screenplay, can easily match him. Born into poverty in Inchicore in 1938, one of 10 children, he found himself working as a waiter in the Shelbourne Hotel at the age of 16 when a chance meeting with the great diva, Margaret Bourke-Sheridan led to him being whisked off to a privileged life in the USA and a career as an actor and writer. All of this is recounted in his autobiography, Maggie's Breakfast which was published in 2012. Incidentally he claims that the "dung recycling" business was his own first job. Waris Hussein, the Indian-born British director, who incidentally directed the first four episodes ever of Dr. Who, spent most of his career in television, directing only half a dozen feature films in the course of a very busy 40-year career. The distinguished cinematographer Gilbert "Gil" Taylor demonstrates here his affection for urban scruffiness, already shown on A Hard Day's Night and Ferry Cross The Mersey – a far cry from his most famous films, Dr. Strangelove and the original Star Wars. This was Gene Wilder's fourth feature film. He had already notched up Bonnie & Clyde, The Producers and Start the Revolution Without Me. The following year would bring Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. So he was already a hot, if odd, property. For 21-year old Margot Kidder it was only her second feature film. Indeed it seems that after some harsh words from Waris Hussein during the making of Quackser Fortune, she temporarily left films to study acting in New York, doing television work to pay her bills. But when the money ran out, she returned to Hollywood and of course, huge success as Lois Lane opposite Christopher Reeve in the Superman movies. 1969 must have been a fantastic summer for Irish actors as, for many of them, Ryan's Daughter had already begun its lengthy shoot in Kerry. And anybody who wasn't down there seems to have ended up in Quackser Fortune. So at times it's not so much a "Who's Who" as a "Who's That?" of Irish acting but among those familiar to Irish viewers are two singers - the balding basso, Charlie Byrne, Joe Lynch's sidekick on Living With Lynch as a blacksmith and the celebrated tenor Martin Crosbie as a guard, not to mention Glenroe's Robert Carrickford as a waiter and in particular the three bar-flies in The Gravediggers in Glasnevin – David Kelly as … how to put this delicately … a shoe-fetishist, the wonderful Danny Cummins as a very persistent pub pest and in sharp contrast to his role as Fr. Sheehy in The Riordans, the young Tony Doyle as a gold-medallioned Lothario. It's a delight to see Eileen Colgan in a role that would certainly raise the eyebrows of those who know her best from Glenroe and later from Fair City. And what can you say about Quackser's family especially the lovely Liz Davis as his bicycling sister and the magnificent Seamus Forde and May Ollis as the long-suffering Fortune parents. And spare a thought for poor Paul Murphy, later to be beloved as a Cork-Mother-of-Seven and Ballymagash town-councillor in Hall's Pictorial Weekly, but here the worst kind of Trinity College rotter … called Damian. Obviously one of the joys of the film for those of us familiar with Dublin, old and new, is to spot the changes that 40 plus years have wrought, especially around the north and south docks, though Trinity College and the area around the Peppercannister Church look remarkably unchanged. One surprisingly modern touch is the graffiti scrawled on a wall at one point: "Vote No" – a timeless sentiment!

Gene Wilder, right after Producers and Revolution, but just before Willy Wonka. And Margot Kidder (Superman's chick), in her very early days. Wilder is Quackser Fortune, who has a horse manure collection cart in Ireland. They spend an awkward but fun day together, and hit it off right away. Quackser seems a bit "slow", but we quickly learn he is deeper than it appears. Beautiful photography of the Irish countryside along the way. His family wants him to earn an honest but boring living working at "the foundry".When his own trade is no longer a viable option, he must find another path. Along the way, there are numerous misunderstandings, happy moments, sad moments, and the like. Zazel (Kidder) starts out liking Quackser as a boy toy, but can't quite decide if she REALLY likes him. She strings him along a couple times, and he keeps coming back for more. Not a very deep film, but a fun hour and a half. We don't really learn any life lessons here, but there are worse ways to spend the afternoon than watching Gene Wilder in his early days. Story very similar to Being There, with Peter Sellers. Directed by Waris Hussein, who appears to have been a big shot at BBC.

It has been over 30 years since I came across this almost perfect tribute to freedom,love and magic! This movie had a profound impact on my young life. All movie creator's could learn a great deal about how to tell a story at the same time actors are providing dialog...The images that are cast behind the characters and plot clearly create a lot more of a story than is being understood by other contributers? This is Wilders greatest achievement as a work of "art". Tightly wrapped tale on par with apt.0! This flick deserves to be understood as a statement of innocence vs. intelligence, the "happy ending" representing that both are fleeting. More of a movie then is credited for, symbolism is profound. Best seen alone.

This is a really odd and somehow compelling movie. Gene Wilder is an independent and none-too-bright guy in a working class Dublin family. He does quite a good job in the role. I never much liked him away from Mel Brooks, but I have to admit he was just right in this part. I'm no expert on the working class Dublin dialects, but he fooled my ear. I couldn't even tell it was his voice!Anyway, Wilder doesn't want to spend his life working in a factory like his dad, so he creates a profession for himself. He follows the horse-drawn delivery wagons, shovels up the horse-dropping from the streets, and resells it from a pushcart, as fertilizer. ("Get your fresh dung"!) He loves this, the city loves him for it, and he is generally loved by everyone he meets along the way.The problem is that the modern world is encroaching on the world he has built for himself; the horses are going to be shipped off to unpleasant fates, and Wilder has no skills to find another profession. He can't even read or write.Margot Kidder is the love interest of sorts, an adventurous American college student, and she was really college age (21) at the time it was filmed in Dublin, nearly a decade before she hit the big time as Lois Lane. She was very beautiful. Her character gradually seduces Quackser, and he thinks it's love. For her it's a frolic, which she regrets by the time they actually sleep together.Just when things look bleakest for Quackser, without job or girl, there is a deus ex machina happy ending which spoiled for me an otherwise realistic and bittersweet movie.