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<text id=89TT2925>
<title>
Nov. 06, 1989: True Grit
</title>
<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
Nov. 06, 1989 The Big Break
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
CINEMA, Page 84
True Grit
</hdr><body>
<p>By Richard Corliss
</p>
<qt> <l>MY LEFT FOOT</l>
<l>Directed by Jim Sheridan</l>
<l>Screenplay by Jim Sheridan and Shane Connaughton</l>
</qt>
<p> 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.
</p>
<p> 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.
</p>
<p> 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.
</p>
</body></article>
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