Saoirse Ronan has beautiful, yet super creepy laser-blue eyes. They were super creepy when she made bad things happen in Atonement. But now she’s a bit older, and so they’ve become a little less creepy, and in John Crowley/Nick Hornby/Colm Tóibín Brooklyn movie, dem eyes aint creepy at all – as they are filled with and the exuder of udder sadness and absolute happiness, and those eyes are everything
Her character – Eilis (which is apparently pronounced Aiiiiilllllllllllish) leaves her ma and sis in Ireland for America (a scene early in the movie that almost had me in insta-tears). She works at a department store, but misses her family and Irish Spring and Lucky Charms, but luckily there are lots of Irish things in America – like O’Doul’s and McDonalds and Jim Broadbent and Julie Walters. Phew
And then things change when an Italian Brooklyn boy (the sappy smirky good Emory Cohen) makes his way into her life, making America feel more like home than her old home. But then tragedy strikes back home, and so she goes home, and is kinda swept up in old home and is having second thoughts about new home, and there’s this great Irish redheaded guy (Domhnall Gleeson, in his 1919239939192193th movie of 2015), and so she’s conflicted and arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
I kept waiting for wrong turns and bad things to happen, but this movie isn’t like that. This movie stands for good, and is way beyond good. It reminds me that movies can be positive, without having to be edgy or showy or anything else besides a great story and great storytelling. Boy voyage and land ho! Spring for this Irish tale, and u2 can enjoy it’s wonder and wonderment!
Verdictgo: Breast In Show
Brooklyn boroughs currently at a theater near jews/irish people
and until next thyme the balcony is clothed…