In America, an influx of migration (predominantly from Europe, both pre- and post-war) has inspired countless films such as America, America (1963), The Godfather Part II (1974), Hester Street (1975), Sophie’s Choice (1982), Golden Door (2006), and the appropriately-titled The Immigrant (2013) with Marion Cotillard.
From The Godfather: Part II (1974) to The Immigrant (2013), when it comes to immigrants, Hollywood has long been interested in the workings of the underworld—the glamour and gore of the mafia, the plight of the prostitute, the ties that bind those of a common ancestry.
If you’ve seen any recent movies about the immigrant experience of those who came to America anytime in the early to mid-20th Century, whether it’s The Golden Door, James Gray’s The Immigrant or even a movie like Titanic, you’re likely to watch this new movie from author/screenwriter Nick Hornby and Irish stage director John Crowley (Intermission) expecting its protagonist to be in for a terrible experience.
Brooklyn could be seen as a sunnier, shallower variation on James Gray’s more harshly realistic (and brilliant) The Immigrant , or even a sweeter version of Tóibin’s more pungent novel—but that unfairly undervalues what Crowley, Hornby, and Ronan are doing.
Like a sunnier counterpart to 2013's beautiful yet painful The Immigrant, which had Marion Cotillard as a Polish émigré forced to make ends meet as a prostitute in 1920s New York, Brooklyn presents a colorful, confident portrait of the American Dream, with Ronan's levelheaded protagonist serving as a walking beacon of hope and optimism.
Some will discount Crowley’s film as a saccharine variation on James Gray ’s “The Immigrant” but that would sell this film short.