Working from a script by novelist Nick Hornby, director John Crowley (Intermission, Boy A) has made a movie you can take Grandma to — and one that might induce Grandma to reminisce about the dark passages and tough choices of her youth.
Adapted from Colm Tóibín’s fine bestseller by Nick Hornby (“High Fidelity,” “About A Boy”) with elemental grace, and directed by theater-trained John Crowley (“Intermission,” “Boy A”), “Brooklyn” is old-fashioned in its care for craft and basic compassion for the emotional quandaries facing its emigrant characters.
Contemporary audiences raised on overblown spectacle and overwrought romance may have to recalibrate their reactions to appreciate the rich rewards of director John Crowley’s best film since 2003’s unexpectedly punchy Intermission .
But under the sensitive direction of stage-trained director John Crowley (Intermission, Is Anybody There?), and the emotional influence of Ronan’s resonant leading performance, Brooklyn delicately turns the basic into the elemental, prompting us to examine our strong attachments, how we form them, and why we might consider breaking them.
Carving out compelling characterizations from the slightest of looks and exchanges, Hornby and director John Crowley (Closed Circuit, Boy A, Intermission) detail the plight of Eiles Lacey (Ronan), a twentysomething Irish girl who travels to New York, leaving her beloved older sister Rose (Fiona Glascott) to care for their mother (Jane Brennan).
Many of her experiences are reflected here in John Crowley's ("Intermission," "Boy A") wondrous, achingly real film, one which explores the meaning of home and how our choices, taken and not, can greatly impact our lives.