Secret

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this.

Underneath the past there is a secret history, which is otherwise hidden from view. Inaccessible through archives and records, this history must be found by studying the esoteric objects generated by the past. Cigarette advertisments, cereal packaging and cinema ticket stubbs – it is only through artefacts of this nature can we begin to see how people once lived, and discover not merely what happened, but what people though had happened, what they believed was yet to occur and what may have happened without our knowledge.

This secret history is also known as latent history.

THE SECRET OF ROAN INISH

One day, many years ago, an ancestor of Fiona spied a beautiful creature sunning by the sea. She was both woman and seal. We would call her a mermaid, but on that western coast of Ireland such creatures were well-known as Selkies. The ancestor trapped the creature and married her, and they had children together and lived happily, although she seemed to long for the sea. One day she learned where her husband had hidden her sealskin, up under the roof, and she put it back on, and returned to the sea.

Fiona (Jeni Courtney), who is 12 or 13 years old, is told this story by a relative. It is not told as a »fairy tale« but as an account of family history, to be taken quite seriously. And well might Fiona believe it, because ever since there have been dark-haired children in her family who were said to throw back to the Selkie, and whose eyes turned yearningly to the sea.

The year is about 1946. Fiona's mother has died, and her father can barely be budged from his mourning in the pub. She is sent to live with her grandparents, on a sea coast across from the island of Roan Inish, where the whole family once lived. There she learns the story of her little brother Jamie, whose cradle was carried off by the waves. And there, with her grandparents and her cousin Eamon (Richard Sheridan), she first explores Roan Inish, which means, in Gaelic, »island of the seals.«

The secret of John Sayles' »The Secret of Roan Inish« is that it tells of this young girl with perfect seriousness. This is not a children's movie, not a fantasy, not cute, not fanciful. It is the exhilarating account of the way Fiona rediscovers her family's history and reclaims their island. If by any chance you do not believe in Selkies, please at least keep an open mind, because in this film Selkies exist in the real world, just like you and me.

On Roan Inish, the girl sees a child's footprint. Then she sees the child – Jamie! – running on the sand. She calls to him, but he gets back into his cradle, which is borne out to sea by friendly seals. Of course it is hard to convince grownups of what she has seen.

In the meantime, her grandparents face eviction from their cottage, which is to be sold to rich folks from the city. They may have to move inland. »To move off of Roan Inish was bad enough,« Fiona's grandmother says, »but to move out of sight of the sea . . .« She shakes her head, making it clear that it would kill the grandfather, who thinks of the city as »nothing but noise and dirt and people that's lost their senses!«

Can Fiona and Eamon, her young cousin, restore the family's old cottages on Roan Inish? Can she reclaim Jamie from the sea? I found myself actually caring. John Sayles and Haskell Wexler, who has photographed this movie with great beauty and precision, have ennobled the material. There is a scene where a person numbed by the cold sea is warmed between two cows, and we feel close to the earth, and protected.

One can easily guess how this legend could have been simplified and jollied up in other hands
- how it could have been about cute little Selkies. But legends are, after all, told by adults, not children, and usually they record something essential to the culture that produces them. What this legend says, I think, is that the people who tell it live on the land but live from the sea, so that their loyalties are forever divided.

Of course this is a wonderful »family film,« if that term has not been corrupted to mean simpleminded and shallow. Children deserve not lesser films but greater ones, because their imaginations can take in larger truths and bigger ideas. »The Secret of Roan Inish« is a film for children and teenagers like Fiona, who can envision changing their family's fate. It is also for adults, of course, except for those who think they do not want to see a film about anything so
preposterous as a seal-woman, and who will get what they deserve.

A secret is something passed only to those you can trust to only pass it to those they trust who pass it only to those they trust who pass.....

hit the road, secret service asshole –
there are too many secrets already!
hit the road, cop –
we have violence enough.
hit the road, teacher –
we know too much by now,
hit the road, jack
and don't you come back no more...

secrets can eat you alive inside if there strong enough. Coming to your by nitemare. feels you get when you know you could be found out. its not very fun after a while to have a secret. They are always found out. Always.