Strongly recommended. Belfast, written and directed by Kenneth Branagh (Henry V), is taken almost whole cloth from his difficult childhood, a working-class Protestant living the horror and the sadness of strife-driven migration. From what I saw or was told, it’s spot-on. Some might find it a bit sentimental, i.e., everything was perfect . . . pre-Troubles. But Belfast is clear that Northern Ireland was far from idyllic in 1969 and those economic woes exploited religious intolerance. Buddy (newcomer, Jude Hill) has a warm relationship with his parents, played by a gorgeous pair, Caitriona Balfe (Ford v. Ferrari) and Belfast boy Jamie Dornan (Fifty Shades Of Gray). He also has grandparents (Judi Dench, Philomena and Ciarán Hinds, also Belfastian, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy) that edge towards twee but redeem themselves by the end. The score (Van Morrison, born in Belfast) is beautiful and illuminating. The excellent cameraman - - Haris Zambarloukos (Thor) - - isn’t Irish at all.