Brooklyn

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%. (11/03/2016)

An Irish movie about Irish immigrants in the middle of Brooklyn. So obviously, a movie that a lot of families could relate to. Personally, I liked Saoirse Ronan the best and I must say that the young Italian was right; Irish girls are prettier than the Italian ones. Even those in this movie have something about them and Saoirse is outright radiating beauty. The story isn’t anything extraordinary. You can pretty much guess it based on the premise. It’s not an innovative drama, but on the other hand, it’s proper filmmaking. And that’s definitely worth something. (29/02/2016)

For a moment you have the feeling that it will resemble the best of Minghella in its innocence and precise direction, sometimes the main trio's Atonement winks at us with its atmosphere and fatefulness, and in the end you will recognize only a modern, subtly made, sometimes emotional romance for not completely stupid viewers who want something more, but mainly nothing inventive, beyond their perception. A punishingly mediocre film, with an excellent performance by Saoirse Ronan, who is wasted here for such a normal story with such a lacklustre denouement. (21/05/2016)

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. (28/02/2016)

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. (10/03/2016)