Neither poverty nor Christy’s condition is the subject here they are the givens. Probably because co-writer and director Jim Sheridan, a Dubliner, is from a huge and poor family himself, the film sneers at heart-tugging exactly the way Christy would, and with very nearly his same blunt Anglo-Saxonisms. This son of an impoverished bricklayer was born with cerebral palsy and, in the fashion of the day in 1932, was called a “dunce” and a “poor half-wit” for the first nine years of his life. Of this total of 22, 13 lived.” None, however, quite like Christy. Its tough-minded, unsentimental writing and ferociously brilliant acting-across the board and especially at the top-manage to give a pretty good idea of what Christy Brown, the Dublin-born writer, poet and painter, was all about.Īs Brown began the autobiography he called “My Left Foot,” in honor of the only limb he could control enough to write with: “There were nine children before me and 12 after me. This one you see for the pure love of great movie making. So don’t think that seeing “My Left Foot” (at Horton Plaza) wins you some kind of spiritual merit badge.
Who goes to the movies for moral uplift? You want moral uplift, go to the Ice Capades.
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