Watching: Brooklyn


I remember not particularly loving this book (don't we all?) but I could have been wrong, or simply not in the mood. The movie, though, is lovely: it nails the sweet, palpable pain of belonging in one place while longing for another, and recognizes that these two conditions must be allowed to coexist if one is to survive at all. It's perfectly cast and gorgeous, gorgeous, and Nick Hornby is quickly becoming my favorite adapter of screenplays for movies starring ladies.