Recently watched this again on HBO. This film is so, so. It does not look anything like the Brighton Beach that I knew growing up and visiting my grandmother in the neighborhood. It's a film, so yeah, artistic license. The one thing that kept annoying me the most, other than the lousy Brooklyn accents, was Jonathan wore a Yankees cap. There is no way a kid from Brooklyn in 1937 would be caught dead in a Yankees cap. He would be wearing a Brooklyn Dodgers cap. Maybe he was Yankees fan, I suppose there were a few. The thing is a kid playing stick ball on the streets of Brooklyn would have lasted 5 minutes wearing a Yankee cap.
Review of Brighton Beach Memoirs
