The Quiet Man...

The door slams shut behind the quiet man in profile there on the left, leaning against the white washed walls, the fireplace and the candlelight in background, the walls simple, whitewashed, a bellows hanging there, a black pot, unlit candlesticks on the mantle. He reaches up and strikes a match against the beams in the ceiling, and a trail of wispy smoke follows the arc of the movement of the match, as he moves to light his cigarette. And then, unmistakably, from beyond the door you hear the bolt slide shut; or actually the camera has briefly switched to the view of the bolt, and then back to the quiet man, so that there can be no mistake about the sound of it...

The quiet man sweeps into action. He turns and kicks the door down. He rushes at the woman, his bride, as she retreats and cowers in the corner. There is a look of cold fire in his eyes, and briefly, you think he is about to rape her. And then the words come: There'll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate... He catches his breath... except those in your own mercenary little heart. He kisses her. And then he tosses her on the bed and storms out...

This is just one of many artful little scenes in The Quiet Man Maureen O'Hara gives a very good performance...