La légende de Longwood

Oh dear. Yet another film about a 'plucky, clever' American child/woman finding herself in 'Oirland' - popping back and forth between the 'fairy world' and the real; it has something to do with horses (presumably to attract teenage girls?). As usual, the director has little idea about Ireland (I mean the real country, with its myriad traditions and its imagery) and has invented 'Ireland', which is populated by gawms and stereotypes and always looks curiously like the American version of … England, only with funny accents.

Americans sans passports will love the film, as it will reinforce their skewed perspective of just about any other country.

The only plus I can think of is that parts of it were filmed in Ireland and presumably lined the pockets of a few locals.