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While the movie was set in 1923 rural Ireland, it could as easily have been written then, by Sean O’Casey or J.M. Synge, so well it captured the tragedy of the Irish: men living a hardscrabble existence, playing music (hence the title), going to the pub, making a mountain out of a molehill and being stubborn till it ruins you. But my gosh, the scenery on the coast was beautiful, and the performances of Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson were enough to make you cry. With only three stage sets, I could see the Irish Repertory Theatre performing this tomorrow.

A solid telling of a heartwarming story, although we knew, of course, everything before it happened. The other challenge was how to dramatize phone calls, which led to a lot of interruptions while tending to the kids, walking down the street, meeting with the boss and sleeping. I have no idea why someone felt it necessary to cast a devilish British movie star, Carey Mulligan, as a hard-boiled New York reporter. Her character never took with me, but I quite appreciated Zoe Kazan as her running mate. The movie suffers in comparison to Spotlight, let alone the template-creator, All the President’s Men. And while Harvey Weinstein has been brought to justice (pending appeal), there remains the shadow of the press’s inability to dent Donald Trump.

Powerful. There’s not much suspense in the story, if you’ve read the book or even a movie review, but the drama is carried by a tour-de-force performance by Jessica Chastain–best I’ve ever seen her. Eddie Redmayne is the other “good nurse,” and his strange accent makes his character fairly inscrutable, which, it turns out, is the true story the film is based on. Noah Emmerich is a welcome third presence, doing his usual thing. As often, the story would not be believable if it weren’t true; it’s the acting here that is convincing.

A self-evidently Northern European film in its discussions of class, capitalism, socialism, gender, race and more class. Not that it’s particularly intellectual or probing. It is, in fact, quite crude and simplistic. And half-again too long, with many scenes that drag and others–such as a forced dip in the ocean by the staff–that could have been done without. What holds it together is the relationship story of two influencers, brilliantly played by Harrison Dickinson and Charlbi Dean, she manipulative and he feckless. Their attraction to each other is just as obvious as their mismatch.

An effective and moving dramatization of the women’s collective in Chicago, 1968, that provided compassionate but illegal abortions pre-Roe v. Wade. Sigourney Weaver is Oscar-worthy as the group’s leader and Elizabeth Banks does almost as good a job filling the screen as the Betty Crocker housewife turned activist. In its setting, its politics and its feel-good ending, Call Jane is a cinematic bookend to The Trial of the Chicago 7.