Let me apologise in advance. I’m going to use one of those review phrases that is so hackneyed and liberally applied that the actual meaning of it has been weakened and ultimately lost in time. It’s a cliché that manages to be both a rather unnecessary indictment of modern cinema and a delusional claim that movies were all brilliant at some point in the imagined past. But trust me, it does mean something. OK, you have been warned – here we go.
They don’t them like Brooklyn any more.