Here’s another new Brothers review and once again its very positive. Even better, Natalie gets some really nice comments.
At times, Brothers is like a less-mythical (and -pretentious) The Deer Hunter, with Maguire even managing to suggest something of Robert De Niro when he was young and thin and wired—when you could see his every cell react.
As to the other two leads, Sheridan has gotten the best performances of their young lives. Portman has the kind of role that turns actresses into dullards: the wife who stands and looks stricken at her man (or men) in paroxysms of rage and grief. But she’s so grounded that as the others carry on, your eyes keep drifting to her. Yes, she’s almost unbearably pretty, but it’s her immediacy that keeps you glued to her face.