This is not a review. I am terrible at writing reviews. In fact, I am terrible at watching films in general. I suffer from a bizarre self-diagnosed disorder which causes me to forget entire plots of movies within a week after watching them. It doesn’t matter how much I enjoyed the movie in question. In a matter of days, the entire motion picture will be erased from my memory. I’m like Dory from Finding Nemo. It doesn’t remotely make sense as I generally have a fantastic memory, but it does makes me very easy to please on dvd nights!
That being said, as I’m just home from the cinema, Brooklyn is fresh in my mind. A young Irish Catholic girl emigrates to America in the 1950s. After an initial few weeks of desperate homesickness and general Irish innocence, she meets a man (surprise surprise) and falls in love with her new life in Brooklyn. As the story progresses, the girl struggles with the concept of home. She tries to figure out where she belongs as she must choose to live on just one side of the Atlantic, and simply exist in memory on the other.
I won’t spoil it for anyone who wants to go see it, but the scenes around the dining table in the boarding house are some of the funniest I have ever seen. It is so refreshing to hear dry Irish humour on the big screen! The comedic timing of Julie Walters as Mrs Kehoe was so on point, and of course Saoirse Ronan as the leading lady was simply perfection – even if her ‘woe-me-I-miss-Ireland’ act was slightly grating after a while. Thankfully it didn’t last very long!
As it’s almost midnight, and I’m tired, and I need to get this posted before Thursday turns into Friday, I won’t bore you with my non-review any longer. A more pressing matter deserves attention….
Cinema tickets! Why do they look like receipts? Whatever happened to the lovely cinema tickets made out of card? You can’t save these flimsy things as keepsakes or memory tokens. This is a serious problem that needs to be addressed immediately! Bring back tickets that need to be ripped along the perforated edges leaving you with a ticket stub. Preferably tickets that are waterproof so they don’t get destroyed if you accidentally throw an open water bottle into your bag…
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