Not so lovable as to prevent stepson Macaulay Culkin from demanding satisfaction for all the whippings he sustained as a child. It would be the ensuing duel that would result in the eventual loss of poor Granny O’Neal’s leg. For shame, little Macaulay! Even after you ineptly fire your pistol into the ground whilst cocking the hammer and Granny O’Neal lovingly does the same to spare your life, you still claim satisfaction has not been met.
Despite the fact she married your mother, the Lady Lyndon, out of a desire for wealth and nobility, she was a good father. Sure, she squandered your family’s fortune and subjected you to humiliating beatings, but what was an old lady to do? You were a whelp and an upstart. No one is denying she favored her own son by your mother, Bryan Patrick, who by all accounts was a spoiled, flaxen haired dandy fop. That is not to be disputed. But couldn’t you have at least tried to make it work? For your mother’s sake?
Stanley Kubrick’s Barry Lyndon is the story of a young man in love with his cousin who goes on to become a sweet Irish grandmother by way of gambling raconteur. She eventually marries her way into nobility and becomes involved in a sadomasochistic relationship with stepson Macaulay Culkin. The end. Four Netflix Stars.
