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- CINEMA, Page 84True Grit
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- By Richard Corliss
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- MY LEFT FOOT
- Directed by Jim Sheridan
- Screenplay by Jim Sheridan and Shane Connaughton
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- The Irish will put up a good fight, even when they're
- shadowboxing. So Christy Brown had a head start in his battle
- against petrifying cerebral palsy. There were other crippling
- odds to buck. He was the tenth of 22 children born to a sod-poor
- Dublin bricklayer. For the first nine years of Christy's life,
- his siblings tended him as they would a houseplant: feed it,
- water it and keep it out of the way. Only his mother dared
- nurture him with her fierce, uncompromising love, and one day
- Christy stuck a piece of chalk in his left foot and made his
- mark on the floor: MOTHER.
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- My Left Foot, Brown's autobiography about his hard-won
- emergence as a painter and author, could be meat for good drama
- or the sap in a TV-movie treacle pudding. This Irish film is
- mostly meat. Knowing that the audience will embrace Christy,
- the filmmakers are free to make him as stubborn as he is
- courageous. For Christy everything begins with will: the will
- to be understood, to do well things he would not be thought able
- to do at all and, later, to be loved by the pretty doctor who
- would only admire and inspire him.
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- At the end the picture goes soft -- say, from the rigorous
- humanism of The Elephant Man to the emotional sops of Life Goes
- On. But that is no crucial flaw in what is at heart a love
- story written in pain. As Christy's parents, Brenda Fricker and
- Ray McAnally are flinty, unrouged, splendid. And Daniel
- Day-Lewis' triumph is nearly as spectacular as Christy's: to
- reveal the blind fury in his eyes and stunted gestures, to play
- him with a streak of fierce, black-Irish humor. Brilliantly,
- Day-Lewis shows a mind, and then a man, exploding from the slag
- heap of Christy's body.
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