Darby O'Gill and the Little People

[An] overpoweringly charming concoction of standard Gaelic tall stories, fantasy and romance.

For those of a sentimental turn, there is the delight of watching young Connery romancing the ineffably wholesome Janet Munro, a couple of years before things turned nasty for Commander Bond at Crab Key with the somewhat more knowing Ursula Andress.

No one believes a man known for spinning tales full of blarney when he indeed befriends the king of the leprechauns.

The picture takes an inordinate amount of time getting started but once underway it displays a flair for the unexpected, the imaginative and the madly logical that all good fairy stories should have.

I was 6 when I saw this Walt Disney fantasy at my local theater, and when the cheesy but ghostly Coach of Death descends from the sky, I might have considered wearing diapers even then.

It's not quite as well-known as it should be but it's really delightful.

...ultimately an entertaining (if all-too-slight) piece of work.

One of the rare few family movies that should enchant both children and grown-ups.

I have to admit that by the second or third time I saw leprechauns depicted as magical by speeding up the film, I was hoping for someone to show up with a gun.