Granted, it’s impossible for me to judge this movie objectively, as the story of a young woman moving abroad for an undetermined period of time feels much too close to home. Now, I don’t believe that there is such a thing as an objective review, but I think it necessary to admit that I was already crying before the story had even taken off.
Brooklyn is a well thought out, beautiful romantic drama about an Irish girl who moves to New York in the 1950s to pursue her future. She falls in love and creates a new home for herself, but when tragedy sends her back to her homeland, she must decide whether her new life is worth abandoning her old one. And it’s not just love that gets in the way: new career opportunities and the guilt of leaving behind friends and family stand in constant conflict with one another.
If you’ve never lived abroad, you may not be able to deeply understand and appreciate this personal struggle. In that case, Brooklyn may seem just like any old period drama with handsome actors and pretty costumes. But it turned on my waterworks instantly, causing some much needed catharsis. Clearly, this movie was made for homesick people, and the drama of leaving home is as relevant today as it has always been.