Brother

Wow. I grew up in Scarborough during that era. Same type of thing. My sister and we're children Jamaican immigrant parents. We lived in several buildings. Super rough areas. It brought back so many memories. We saw a lot of violence. Had a lot of amazing friends in the same situation as me. We all became so close back then. Still are today. I miss the music. They really did the era Justice. The acting was excellent. Story was very believable. I find that hardship can make people's bond in a a way little else does. I wish there were more movies around this time about the way we grew up. Kudos to the actors, director, writer!

Great movie, great casting, beautifully shot scenes and visuals, just great storytelling all around! I really enjoyed the movie. After watching Aaron Pierre in Rebel Ridge, I thought his acting was so great that I had to research what else he had been in and I was led to watch this movie, I'm glad I did because he's definitely a star on the rise, I look forward to seeing what else he can do! Was it just me or nah but I thought Michael's girlfriend in the movie was Alicia Keys at first?! I also loved how the movie captured an accurate portrayal of a grieving Mother, I know that feeling all too well :(

Brothers, a metaphor of love.

At first glance, this is a film about human dignity and family unity. However, it does not stop there. In its multiple layers, it explores other weighty and complex themes. Such as the fear that comes with daring to seek an identity in a society filled with prejudices and inequalities. It is also a movie about the choices we all have to make at some point in our lives, but in the case of these brothers, such decisions are made more difficult by the weight of the traumas and stigmas imposed by their environment. Which, through tragedy, pushes them towards anger, resentment, and violence.

To avoid drowning in this predetermined fate, they have only one lifeline; love, which also seems to be able to flourish in the driest deserts. Can they resist and save themselves, even if it's just one of them? This is the question posed at the beginning of the film, and which is revealed to us in a moving and sincere ending.

As for the technical aspects, the film is characterized by good photography, excellent handling of the shots, and a fragmented narrative with flash forwards and flashbacks, which although may seem confusing at times, at the end of each sequence, we realize that it is not, demonstrating how the apparent chaos prevails a sublime order.

If you are looking for a Hollywood-style movie simply to entertain yourself, this film is a 6 at best, possibly a 7. But if you are a sensitive and curious spirit who wonders what it's like to walk in the shoes of the less fortunate, then this film is for you.

Withdrawn, and a bit timid and unsure. Their mother (Marsha Stephanie Blake), a Jamaican immigrant, works long hours to support the boys, so Pierre becomes a de facto guardian for Johnson.

Flashing forward 10 years, we learn that Pierre has died and Blake has been nearly catatonic with grief for a decade. When Johnson's ex-girlfriend Kiana Madeira comes to visit, she initiates a chain of events that breaches the cocoon of grief that Johnson and Blake are living in.

This film is really beautifully shot, creating a really vivid sense of place, and it's wonderfully acted by the three leads. It alternates between the two timelines, showing how Pierre's restless ambition (he's involved with the nascent Toronto hip hop scene) and refusal to be anything less than a person with dignity sends him on a tragic spiral, and how the aftermath of this tragedy impacts his family a decade later.

It's got a few issues. It's really deliberate pace slows down a bit too much in the last half hour, and since we sort of see everything from Johnson's perspective, it has trouble making his motives as clear as everyone else's. Still, it's a powerful story well told and acted, and a really vivid depiction of the Toronto Caribbean community.

I was really excited about this film as I too am an immigrant that grew up in the Toronto suburbs, on the west side, in Mississauga, but the feel and reality of living in the apartment blocks reminded me of my own experiences in such neighborhoods.

The toil, taking multiple buses each and every day to make it on time to sub par underpaid minimum wage job. Working long hours and overtime to get that 1.5x bump... I could totally understand the predicament this family found themselves in and the sacrifices they made to keep their heads above water.

That said, being polish racial profiling was not an extra burden that we had to carry. Still it was easy to feel out of place around those that had big houses multiple cars and seemingly little hardship in comparison...

Luckily, with two working parents doing overtime to the max, we were able to buy a semi-detached house in the burbs. When I turned 16, I could drive the parents car and the old life felt like a bad nightmare.

I remember for 5 years after moving to our new house, in the burbs these recuring dreams of waking up in the old apartment, carpets in the hallway that needed to be changed last decade, garbage chute smelling foul as you got close to it, the stairways reeking of urine you wake up in a cold sweat being glad it was only a nightmare.

Could it have been different with only 1 parent and police profiling, you bet!