Brooklyn

I can't help it, but this movie just couldn't fully captivate me. The story didn't entertain me, even though I see a certain depth in it that comes with its point. As a romance, it's pleasantly calm; there are no intense scenes, which I like. It's well made in how the world tries to influence one life. And he won't let it happen. But I'm not thrilled with the film. (2016-01-24)

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%. (2016-03-11)

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. (2016-05-21)

A Rosamunde Pilcher-like sweet pastry wrapped in an American flag that is a straightforward example of academic and emotional cynicism. Everything is at a high level of craftsmanship and with great actors who make us believe the emotions, but at the same time the story is terribly pathetic, predictable and artificially human, channelled through women's tears and the suffering of love. What definitely deserves the most praise is the performance of Saoirse Ronan, the rest will soon be lost in the crowded cinematic memory. (2016-07-22)

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. (2016-03-10)