Film

My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown

Name: My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown
Genre: Drama
Released: 1989
Cast: Daniel Day-Lewis, Brenda Fricker, Alison Whelan, Kirsten Sheridan, Declan Croghan

Daniel Day-Lewis vanishes into Christy Brown so completely you forget you're watching acting at all — every twisted syllable and flung limb feels lived, not performed. Jim Sheridan directs with rough, unsentimental warmth, and the film refuses to let its subject be a saint. It's about art, fury, and the family that made both possible. Bracing, not soft.

TMDb rating

7.5

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