I commented on McCourt’s book a few weeks ago, and was eager to see how the movie version of Angela’s Ashes would fare in comparison. All in all, the film is a surprisingly good adaptation of McCourt’s memoirs. Though the brevity imposed by the form makes it difficult to flesh out the vignettes with the same degree of detail the book provided, the film makes up for it by providing memorable images of Limerick and its people. The two forms are complementary, and I would suggest taking in both to milk McCourt’s childhood for all it’s worth.