I probably caught mentions of Baker at the prior job that involved nineteenth-century minutiae, but I can't swear to it.

Well--I have no particular motivation to amend it (we've talked a bit before about how I'm just not very interested in films, and sometimes overwhelmed by the sensory stuff necessary to their experience), but I feel it is useful to own my ignorance given my smatterings of other topics.

I don't think that the bromance carried by Neeson and Rickman (Collins, obvs, and de Valera) is enough to justify the time needed to watch. Interesting that it was made in that way at that time, certainly, with--I think--the anticipated support of an Irish American audience. And I haven't seen Schindler's List!