Brooklyn

Brooklyn is a nicely filmed, delicate Harlequin romance with thin content, or rather with content that is perceived and resolves life events in a stereotypical feminine way – simplistically and through tears. Nevertheless, the Oscar nomination for Best Picture is understandable, as the movie does its best to suck up to Hollywood and its standards. (02/28/2016)

Pure romance, a joy to behold. If you're gonna film the red library, please do it like this. Pleasant, with insight (the novel was adapted by Nick Hornby), with a good period atmosphere and above all with actors and actresses whom you believe everything - every smile, every worry. Especially the gradually blossoming Saoirse Ronan would make anyone fall in love, and when that fragile ethereal creature cries, it can move a stone to emotion. I don't see any reason to give it a lower rating just because "it's an ordinary romance", which may be true, but it depends on the impression it made on me. And the impression is 100%. (03/11/2016)

I can't help it, but this movie just couldn't fully engage me. The story didn't interest me, even though I see a certain depth in it that comes with the point. As a romance, it is pleasantly calm, there are no intense scenes, which I like. It is well done how the world tries to influence one life. And he doesn't let it. But I'm not enthusiastic about the movie. (01/24/2016)

A film just like its main protagonist: a gray mouse carving a path between more attractive and prominent ones. And thanks to the fact that the role of Eilis is custom tailored for Saoirse Ronan, I feel her desire to make her own decisions at life's crossroads very closely. However, if the last act had taken a slightly more mature direction, I would have believed all of Brooklyn. The questions around relationships and bridges that can't be burned, either towards each other or away from each other, were painful for all of us. To wrap them up with a rich harlequin romance was, therefore, a cheap shot. (01/31/2016)

A neat red-green bookcase with a pastel trim. If it has more layers than Šorš's sensitive hesitation over whether it leans more toward the stunted Italian bidet repairman, or to the snarled Irish Nazi from Star Wars, I've probably overlooked them, but it's because its overdosed by color, soft light, and Irish music. I'm not even mad at the movie, it's just a compilation of everything that kills me in similar dramas. The ending is a really clean slogan from the encyclopedia of clichés for beginning and ending screenwriters. (03/10/2016)