Stephanie Zacharek, now writing for Movieline, loves Neil Jordan’s Ondine:
Long before ‚Äúglamour‚Äù was a word applied all too casually to movie stars and red-carpet gowns, it was a term used to denote an enchantment or spell, a cobwebby thing that could either lull a human being into a woozy dream state or suddenly make him feel fully and bracingly alive. Neil Jordan‚Äôs modern-day Irish fairy tale¬†Ondine works¬†that kind of glamour, at first offering us the illusion of pure, stolid ordinariness ‚Äî to the point of being, quite literally, gray ‚Äî only to shift, before our eyes, into something darkly glittering and spectacular. The magic of¬†Ondine is all beneath the surface, a shimmery school of fish that you can never be fully sure you glimpsed, but whose existence you don‚Äôt for an instant doubt. Maybe all you see is a silvery flash, but that‚Äôs enough.
And kind words for the film’s star, Colin Farrell:
As Syracuse, Farrell carries so much sadsack sorrow in his eyes that you fear nothing will ever go right for him. He‚Äôs scruffy, cautious, unwilling to accept the possibility of happiness: Next to the evanescent Ondine, he‚Äôs a rough-skinned, land-bound lion. But once he gets the gist of Ondine‚Äôs song ‚Äî once he falls hard under her spell ‚Äî he becomes a shimmery creature too, albeit one with a five-o‚Äôclock shadow.