Nodame and I
The movie adaptation of Nodame Cantabile was one of my favourite movies, especially the second part to the movie. Nodame had been studying in France for a year, aiming to perform a piano concerto with Chiaki. However, no matter how much she tried, she was no where near her goal. Until one day, when Chiaki performed a piano concerto with another pianist, Nodame decided to give up on piano. That was until Milch arrived...
I usually don't watch a movie more than twice, but I think I could keep watching this movie as many times as I could. The casts seemed to enjoy the filming, the atmosphere and mood is joyful, the jokes and humour are classics, and each actor and actresses really bring the manga characters to life. That's not all, Ueno Juri was excellent in portraying Nodame, which was what made me love the movie so much.
Nodame had been working hard in her piano, aiming to perform onstage with Chiaki. Throughout the manga, we see her overcoming one obstacle and another, from playing according to the music sheet to fully appreciating the music itself. Nodame herself is talented in piano, but that was all. No matter how much she tried, she was not qualified to perform on stage, or that there was no one there to give her the chance. She was unable to progress forward despite her efforts. Just seeing her like that just made my heart break.
I used to sympathize her, but now I feel like her. I have big dreams like her, tried hard like her, but I don't have what it takes to achieve my dreams, just like her. Having a talent and putting in tonnes of effort is never enough, there must be people who are able to appreciate your aspirations and perspiration. In the end, Nodame had Milch to give her a hug and pull her up from despair. However, reality is not as sweet as fiction. I'm in despair, I'm desperate, I feel like breaking down, so where's my Milch? He doesn't exist. And my mother was even nice enough to suggest that I pray to god. Yeah right, even if He gave me the chance, my father and she won't be giving me the plane ticket.
I'm at breaking point now, though not at the point where I would willingly cut my wrist and bleed to death. I'm at the point of entry to the world of pessimism, after all, there's no point in chasing my dreams if it won't ever come true. I'm at the point where I would just throw away my diligence, since hard work and endeavours doesn't equate to good harvest. I'm at the point where I would be one of those living dead.
I usually don't watch a movie more than twice, but I think I could keep watching this movie as many times as I could. The casts seemed to enjoy the filming, the atmosphere and mood is joyful, the jokes and humour are classics, and each actor and actresses really bring the manga characters to life. That's not all, Ueno Juri was excellent in portraying Nodame, which was what made me love the movie so much.
Nodame had been working hard in her piano, aiming to perform onstage with Chiaki. Throughout the manga, we see her overcoming one obstacle and another, from playing according to the music sheet to fully appreciating the music itself. Nodame herself is talented in piano, but that was all. No matter how much she tried, she was not qualified to perform on stage, or that there was no one there to give her the chance. She was unable to progress forward despite her efforts. Just seeing her like that just made my heart break.
I used to sympathize her, but now I feel like her. I have big dreams like her, tried hard like her, but I don't have what it takes to achieve my dreams, just like her. Having a talent and putting in tonnes of effort is never enough, there must be people who are able to appreciate your aspirations and perspiration. In the end, Nodame had Milch to give her a hug and pull her up from despair. However, reality is not as sweet as fiction. I'm in despair, I'm desperate, I feel like breaking down, so where's my Milch? He doesn't exist. And my mother was even nice enough to suggest that I pray to god. Yeah right, even if He gave me the chance, my father and she won't be giving me the plane ticket.
I'm at breaking point now, though not at the point where I would willingly cut my wrist and bleed to death. I'm at the point of entry to the world of pessimism, after all, there's no point in chasing my dreams if it won't ever come true. I'm at the point where I would just throw away my diligence, since hard work and endeavours doesn't equate to good harvest. I'm at the point where I would be one of those living dead.