"In The Name of the Father" is maybe the only movie that moves me to tears and despair every time I watch it. It’s nearly perfect.
The story of Jerry and Giuseppe Conlon and the Guildford Four is moving by itself, but Pete Postlethwaite is heartbreaking. I also think it’s Daniel Day Lewis’s most artless performance.
There’s a scene in jail before the start of the trial where the guards have stripped Giuseppe and covered him with a powder disinfectant, and Jerry can only see his broken, confused and humiliated father through the tiny peephole in his cell door. I could walk in the room with light in my heart and a smile on my face and if that scene is on, I will be reduced to tears in a matter of seconds. Trust.