Thank you to everyone - and movie rec

Jun 28, 2007 11:08

I really am overwhelmed by everyone's comments to my post about Tigger.

Thank you so much. I feel truly blessed to be here.

The house is still empty, as is the couch. :(

I went out to see the movie Once last night, and I can't get it out of my head.

It's small and it's perfect, and it made me wish I was a musician, because the connection between the players onscreen was palpable, and I wish I'd just once had me some of that, or even experienced anything close to it. It's deceptively simple and innocent, while at the same time pure and heartfelt without ever being schmaltzy or trite.

But seriously, it's a perfect antidote to the big budget summer fare playing everywhere (sorry Orli - you were dead!sexy!lovely! in Pirates and Geoffrey Rush and Bill Nighy were marvellous and the music was great and the scenery spectacular and man, did I want to be Elizabeth when you were kissing her knee - but JESUS, talk about a bloated storyline and overuse of bronze tanner, and don't get me started on the waste of Norrington and multiple Jack Sparrows because I'll start to rant and never stop... *deep breath*), and has so far blown away everything I've seen in the last six months.

So yes. Walk, don't run to the theatre and see Once while you can.

The EW review says it best:



http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20038938,00.html

DUBLIN DUET Boy (Hansard) meets girl (Inglová). They sing each other beautiful songs. Once, an Irish indie that swings to a ravishing romantic tune, is born

By Owen Gleiberman

Just about everyone with a heartbeat has had this tingly experience. You're at a movie, and a song, as if by magic, breaks through the surface of the drama. Suddenly, you're no longer sitting and watching - you're soaring. That's the feeling you get at the 1954 A Star Is Born, or at Moulin Rouge, and you can get it, as well, from naturalistic movies that are built like musicals, such as Nashville, Saturday Night Fever, or Sid & Nancy. But until Once, which was written and directed by John Carney, I'm not sure that I'd ever seen a small-scale, nonstylized, kitchen-sink drama in which the songs take on the majesty and devotion of a musical dream.

On the sidewalks of Dublin, a 30ish fellow (Glen Hansard) strums a guitar with a worn-out hole where the pick board should be. His face would look cherubic if it weren't swathed in an orange beard, and he sings with a fervor that might make your average street musician blush. Most folks pass him right by, but one girl (Markéta Irglová), shy yet with a disarmingly open smile, lingers, attracted by his braying passion. Once tells the deceptively simple story of how these two (we never learn their names) are drawn, over a few days, into each other's orbit, a romance - or is it? - played out in the songs they sing together.

Early on, they go to a musical-instrument store, where the girl, a Czech immigrant in her early 20s, likes to play the piano (she can't afford one herself). He teaches her one of the songs he wrote and hopes to record professionally, and as they begin to play, with him singing ''I don't know you/But I want you/All the more for that,'' the scene becomes a shimmering reverie of love at its birth. Is this what they feel? What they hope to feel? Or is it just an exalted moment of harmonic bliss? That we don't entirely know - and that they don't know either - is part of what's so touching about it, and the beauty of the number, the way that the voices blend and soar, building and stretching the words into a sustained cry, makes it seem as if time itself is standing still.

Hansard, a member of the Irish group the Frames, wrote the movie's songs, and they are softly gorgeous odes to troubled hearts - what emo promises and (to my ears) never delivers. Away from the piano and guitar, Once moves with the dartingly unresolved, clear-eyed spirit of a French New Wave film. The girl, it turns out, has a daughter, plus a husband in the Czech Republic; the guy has an ex in London he may still love (their relationship is captured in a home-video montage that's like a mini operetta). Instinctively, we want to see Hansard, with his tender bluster, and Irglová, all watchful innocence, save each other; Once plays off that desire, then peeks behind it. Away from the music, the two are caught in a limbo of doubt and expectation. Yet when Irglová, singing with a demo she's listening to on headphones, walks down a street luxuriating in the percolating sadness of ''If You Want Me,'' or the two of them, in the recording studio Hansard has rented for a weekend, give themselves over to the syncopated yearning of ''When Your Mind's Made Up,'' the movie swoons, and you will too.

*hugs trianne*

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