Her husband is suddenly dead, her seven children are in peril, she's in debt to a loan shark, and her best friend has breast cancer. But Agnes Browne, played by the director, remains essentially, somewhat improbably, undaunted. She cheerfully runs her fruit and vegetable stall in an outdoor Dublin market, allows herself to be flirted with by the local baker, yearns for tickets to a Tom Jones concert (the year is 1967). Not that we want for another lesson in the need to be chipper in adversity, but there are a reserve and a realism in Huston's work that make her very modest film more affecting than you might expect.
--By Richard Schickel