I think Kenya Barris and Jonah Hill should be barred from ever writing or directing anything that deals with race.
Perhaps this is not the most brilliant screenplay, but the cast is excellent and the story is compelling and incredibly important. It is an honorable testament to the dedicated reporting of Kantor and Twohey (who would unfortunately later go on to write some transphobic trash), and most of all to the immense courage of the survivors who put their lives on the line to speak out. It clearly conveys the pervasive violence of male supremacy, and forces us to consider…
Despite the potential interpretation of this story as a colonialist rescue fantasy wherein a British nurse works out her own grief and trauma by eventually whisking away an Irish child from the provincial religiosity of a people still reeling from the Great Famine, I find it difficult not to love this film. The Brechtian bookending--not just through the common device of disembodied narration but also through the shots of a soundstage on which the much of the interior action is…
Better than I expected. I think there's something to say about a film constructed in the format through which most of us now consume visual media. It started to lose me toward the end until that final twist. The biggest unanswered question for me though is... is June a Lemonheads fan or did she just like the shirt?
Edit: Okay, I guess I missed the beginning when the Lemonheads shirt is explained? And now I'm just left feeling disappointed by the unfair representation of Lemonheads fans.