BREAKFAST ON PLUTO
Director: Neil Jordan
Stars: Cillian Murphy, Liam Neeson, Stephen Rea
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Review by David Edelstein
You’ll be singing along to the soundtrack of Neil Jordan’s enchanting Breakfast on Pluto, which boasts the most felicitous use of wall-to-wall pop songs I’ve ever heard. T. Rex’s “Children of the Revolution” is a special treat, and while I hoped never to hear Bobby Goldsboro’s “Honey” again in this lifetime, in context it’s extraordinarily winsome. The tone throughout is an improbably cheerful plaintiveness.
Jordan adapted the movie with Patrick McCabe from McCabe’s novel. (They also made The Butcher Boy together.) Their small-town Irish hero/heroine—as the title would suggest, a farther-out Holly Golightly—is Patrick “Kitten” Braden (Cillian Murphy). In chapters with superimposed titles he tells the story of his life, beginning with being dumped by his mother on the steps of a church, where the priest, Father Bernard (Liam Neeson), squeamishly hands him off to a brusque foster mother. She’s none too happy when she finds the 10-year-old Patrick (played by Conor McEvoy) modeling her dresses: She warns him that the next time she’ll make him parade through the street dressed like that, and he says, “Promise?”