Dec 24, 2021
Kenneth Branagh returns to his boyhood home with Belfast, a coming of age story set during the Troubles in 1969 where Protestant mobs were targeting Irish Catholics. The movie is partly autobiographical as we follow young Buddy (newcomer Jude Hill) and his parents (Jamie Dornan, Caitriona Balfe) and grandparents (Cirian Hinds, Judi Dench) dealing with life as their neighborhood block more resembles a war zone. There are dangerous influences and dark intentions on the peripheral, but we're mostly at kid level, where his days are preoccupied with sitting closer to his crush in school and wanting to impress his older cousin and be accepted. The parental perspective is kept to offhand whsipers and weighty conversations about moving away or staying behind. The black and white photography is gorgeous and exquisitely composed, looking like old family photos come to rich life. The actors are charming and heartfelt, and when called upon deliver emotional fury. The problem with Belfast, and it feels means to even cite it as such, is that everything is just a little too nice, a little too clean, a little too safe. The childhood perspective doesn't quite jibe with the political instability at hand. It's not a Jojo Rabbit where that disconnect is the point for reflection. It's clearly Branagh's love letter to his family and native land. It feels like entire scenes have been plucked directly from Branagh's nostalgic memories. It also feels like the characters are more sweet-smiling composites than real people. It's all been romanticized with Branagh's personal nostalgia, reshaping the odd angles and dangling conflicts into something more sentimentally safe, easy, and digestible. Belfast is a perfectly enjoyable movie but it feels like a simple TV movie-of-the-week, crowd-pleasing version of a more complex story worthy of greater nuance and scrutiny.
Nate's Grade: B
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