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For all its fidelity to the spirit and, in extended passages, to the letter of McCourt's book, however, Parker's film falls short.
Los Angeles Times:
Primitive peoples, or so it's said, resist being photographed, believing that the creation of an image robs them of their souls. A quaint notion, perhaps, but how else can you explain what's happened to Angela's Ashes?
As well-crafted and sensitive as it is, the movie remains one step removed from inspiration.
The story of Frank McCourt's triumph makes it to the screen intact. It's the lyricism, the heartbeat, that seem to be missing.
San Francisco Chronicle:
Angela's Ashes doesn't work as entertainment, and since it doesn't cure anything, it can't qualify as medicine, either.
Mostly misses the humor, lyricism and emotional charge of Frank McCourt's magical and magnificent memoir.
Of course, the movie is a thinner version of the novel, but you still get a drama that has you laughing and brokenhearted, often at the same time.