Om den av någon anledning har gått er förbi; njut.

Κανονικά αυτό το ποστ θα έπρεπε να είναι στην κατηγορία "μουσικές" αλλά θέλω να το μοιραστώ με όσους περισσότερους γίνεται. Και μακάρι χθες βράδυ να είχα μαζί μου όσους περισσότερους μπορούσα για να δουν και να ακούσουν αυτή την καταπληκτική ταινία. Το once είναι από αυτά τα low budget films, που γυρίζονται μέσα σε 3 βδομάδες, με 2 φορητές κάμερες και πολύ πολύ ταλέντο. Είναι η ταινία που ξεχώρισε στο φεστιβάλ του Sundacne (βραβείο Sundance World Dramatic Audience award) και κέρδισε το Όσκαρ καλύτερου τραγουδιού.

Πρόκειται για την ιστορία ενός Ιρλανδού μουσικού και μιας Τσέχας μετανάστριας που γνωρίζονται στους δρόμους του Δουβλίνου καθώς προσπαθούν, ο καθένας με τον τρόπο του, να βγάλουν τα προς το ζην. Στην πραγματικότητα, πρόκειται για τους τραγουδιστές Glen Hansard - των The Frames - και Marketa Irglova που έχουν φτιάξει μια ταινία...που δεν είναι ακριβώς ταινία, είναι αφορμή να ακουστούν τα υπέροχα τραγούδια τους, που τυχαίνει να συνοδεύουν μια τρυφερή ιστορία. Δεν είναι μιουζικαλ, είναι σαν ένα μουσικό ντοκυμαντέρ μυθοπλασίας, αλλά όχι τόσο βαρύ όσο ακούγεται. Είναι απλό, συγκινητικό και τρυφερό, με απίστευτες μουσικές και το ένα τραγούδι να είναι καλύτερο από το άλλο. Η "κοπέλα" - ποτέ δεν μαθαίνουμε τα ονόματά τους - εκτός του ότι είναι απίστευτα γλυκιά, παίζει με μια αθωότητα που δεν την βλέπεις συχνά, και ναι, τραγουδάει υπέροχα. Το OST - αν και κομμάτι μελαγχολικό - είναι ότι πρέπει για τις κρύες μέρες του χειμώνα, αφού αν δεις την ταινία και ακούς την μουσική, αναπόφευκτα θα σκέφτεσαι τον γκρίζο ουρανό του Δουβλίνου. Και για του λόγου το αληθές, δυο από τα ωραιότερα κομμάτια - σκηνές της ταινίας.

When you're mind's made up

Falling slowly

How often do you find the right person?  ไม่ใช่ชื่อของหนังเรื่องนี้หรอกครับ แต่มันเป็นประโยคที่ใช้โฆษณาเกี่ยวกับหนังเรื่องนี้ "บ่อยครั้งแค่ไหน ที่หัวใจคุณจะบอกว่าใช่" หนังที่ผมกำลังจะเขียนถึงก็คือ " ONCE " ครับ

มันเป็นหนังที่สร้างในปี 2006 แล้วก็ไปกวาดรางวัลมาทั่วโลกไล่มาตั้งแต่ปี 2007-2008 รางวัลใหญ่ที่สุดที่คว้ามาได้เห็นจะเป็นรางวัล Best Achievement in Music Written for Motion Pictures, Original Song จากเวที Oscar ในปี 2008 จากเพลงที่ชื่อว่า  "Falling Slowly"

ผมซื้อหนังเรื่องนี้มา โดยที่ไม่รู้เลยว่ามันคว้ารางวัลมามากมาย แล้วก็ตามเคยครับ ผมก็เก็บมันไว้ในตู้โดยไม่ได้สนใจมันอยู่นาน วันนี้ไม่รู้เป็นไงถึงหยิบมันติดมือไปดูที่ทำงานด้วย (สงสัยมันคงส่งกระแสจิตเรียกร้องผม)

เนื้อเรื่องจะเป็นยังไงไม่ขอเล่า แต่เอาเป็นว่ามันอัดแน่นไปด้วยแรงบันดาลใจในการใช้ชีวิต การเติมเต็มให้กันและกัน บทเพลงต่างๆที่ใช้ในหนังเรื่องนี้ ผมไม่ได้พูดจนเกินไป แต่มันเพราะทุกเพลงจริงๆในฉากที่แฮนซาร์ดและเออร์โกลร่วมกันร้องเพลง Falling Slowly ผมรู้สึกอิ่มใจอย่างบอกไม่ถูก คิดไปว่าถ้าเป็นเราเจอคนที่เติมเต็มให้เราได้แบบนี้ จะมีความสุขขนาดไหนกัน

สำหรับงานสร้างหนังเรื่องนี้ แฮนซาร์ดและ เออร์โกล ซึ่งเป็นนักแสดงนำทั้งสองคนของเรื่องนี้ไม่เคยมีผลงานการแสดงมาก่อน พวกเขาเป็นนักดนตรีมืออาชีพ ผู้กำกับคาร์นี่ย์เคยเป็นมือเบสให้วง The Frames ของแฮนซาร์ดมาก่อน แรกเริ่มเดิมทีเขาขอให้เพื่อนเก่าอย่างแฮนซาร์ดเล่าวีรกรรมเกี่ยวกับการเล่น ดนตรีให้ฟังเพื่อนำไปสร้างหนัง รวมถึงให้เขาช่วยแต่งเพลงประกอบให้ด้วย ตอนนั้นคาร์นี่ย์วางตัวนักแสดงนำชายไว้เรียบร้อยแล้ว นั่นก็คืออดีตศิลปินร็อคผู้ผันตัวมาเป็นนักแสดง ซิลเลี่ยน เมอร์ฟี่ย์ แต่เมอร์ฟี่ย์ซึ่งควบตำแหน่งผู้อำนวยการสร้างด้วยนั้น ปฏิเสธที่จะแสดงคู่กับสาวน้อยเออร์โกลว่าไม่มีพื้นฐานการแสดงเลย และแสดงความอึดอัดที่จะร้องเพลงเสียงสูงของแฮนซาร์ดจึงถอนตัวไปในที่สุด ผู้อำนวยการสร้างคนอื่นก็หอบเงินกลับไปด้วย คาร์นี่ย์จึงหันไปพึ่งแฮนซาร์ดเพื่อนนักดนตรีที่มีผลงานการแสดงเพียงชิ้น เดียวคือ The Commitments (1991) ในบทมือกีต้าร์ เอาท์สแปน ฟอสเตอร์ กับเรื่องราวของวงดนตรีโซลวงหนึ่งในเมืองดับลิน แฮนซาร์ดลังเลใจในตอนแรก เพราะกลัวว่าจะทำออกมาไม่ดี แต่เมื่อตกลงเงื่อนไขกันว่าเขาจะได้มีส่วนร่วมในกระบวนการสร้างอย่างใกล้ชิด และหนังเรื่องนี้จะใช้ทุนต่ำและเป็นกันเองมาก ๆ แฮนซาร์ดจึงตอบตกลง

Once ใช้ทุนสร้างไปเพียง 160,000 ดอลล่าร์สหรัฐ ซึ่งทุนตรงนี้ส่วนหนึ่งได้มาจากคณะกรรมการภาพยนตร์ไอริช บวกกับเงินส่วนตัวของผู้กำกับคาร์นี่ย์เอง เขามอบเงินค่าจ้างของตัวเองให้สองนักแสดงนำ และสัญญาจะแบ่งรายได้ให้กับทีมงานทุกคนทีหลังหากหนังประสบความสำเร็จ Once ใช้เวลาถ่ายทำทั้งหมด 17 วัน โดยใช้ทีมงานหลัก ๆ เพียงไม่กี่คน ผู้กำกับประหยัดเงินทุนโดยใช้แสงธรรมชาติและถ่ายทำที่บ้านเพื่อน ๆ ฉากปาร์ตี้ดนตรีถ่ายทำในห้องพักของแฮนซาร์ดเอง โดยมีเพื่อน ๆ ของเขาแสดงเป็นนักดนตรีและคนที่มางานปาร์ตี้ แถมแม่ของเขา (แคทเธอรีน แฮนซาร์ด) ยังได้โชว์ร้องเพลงเดี่ยวด้วย

ส่วนฉากถนนเมืองดับลินนั้นเป็นการลักลอบถ่ายทำโดยไม่ได้รับอนุญาตจากทางการ ทีมงานใช้เลนส์ยาวในการถ่ายทำเพื่อที่คนทั่วไปจะได้ไม่รู้ว่ากำลังมีการถ่ายทำภาพยนตร์กันอยู่ นอกจากนี้เลนส์ยาวยังช่วยให้นักแสดงสมัครเล่นสองคนรู้สึกผ่อนคลาย ไม่เขินกล้อง และบทสนทนาบางตอนก็เป็นการค้นสดของทั้งคู่

แฮนซาร์ดและเออร์โกลว่ากลายเป็นคู่รักในชีวิตจริง ตั้งแต่ระหว่างถ่ายทำเรื่อยมาจนถึงระหว่างทัวร์โปรโมทหนังทั่วอเมริกาเหนือ ในหนังมันมีอยู่ฉากหนึ่งที่เออร์โกลพูดกับแฮนซาร์ด เป็นภาษาเชคโดยไม่มีซับไตเติ้ลว่าฉันรักคุณ และขณะถ่ายทำเขาเองก็ไม่รู้เช่นกันว่าประโยคนั้นแปลว่าอะไร ผมว่ามันน่ารักดี

เพลงในหนังเรื่องนี้มีทั้งหมด 13 เพลง เกือบทั้งหมดแต่งโดยแฮนซาร์ด (มีเพลงเดียวที่แต่งโดยคนอื่น) ผมเลยเอาเพลงที่คว้ารางวัล Oscar มาให้ฟัง ลองฟังดูนะครับ Falling Slowly

Falling Slaowly

A Academia de Artes e ciências cinematográficas dos EUA, A que todo ano produz os Oscars. Mudou duas regras da seleção de filmes, nas categorias de Melhor Canção Original e Filme Estrangeiro. Segundo o site americano E! Online agora na categoria de melhor canção Original será permitido no máximo duas canções de um mesmo filme. E na categoria de melhor filme estrangeiro será mudado o critério de seleção, sendo mais abrangente na escolha. Com as mudanças a Academia espera ser mais justa na escolha de seus concorrentes. Depois de dois anos seguidos com os filmes “Dreamgirls” e “Encantada” tendo tido três músicas concorrendo, e após anos de reclamações com as escolhas na categoria de melhor filme estrangeiro.

Será que agora os filmes brasileiros terão mais chance de conseguir uma estatueta, ou ferrou tudo e não chegamos lá tão cedo? Esse ano os premiados em ambas as categorias foram “Falling Slowly” do filme “Once” e o austríaco “Os Falsários”.

You have suffered enough and what with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time, raise your hopeful voice
You had the choice, you've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'll paint it black

Games that never amount
To more than themselves
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time, raise your hopeful voice
You had the choice, you've made it now

io non ti conosco
ma ti voglio

le parole mi scivolano addosso
e mi prendono in giro
e non posso reagire
e i giochi che non hanno mai un punteggio
per quanto possano valere
li giocherò

prendi questa barca che sta affondando e vira verso casa
abbiamo ancora tempo
alza la tua voce piena di speranza. hai la possibilità di scegliere
ora ce l'hai fatta

cadendo lentamente, occhi che mi conoscono
e non posso tornare indietro
stati d'animo che mi prendono e mi cancellano
e sono dipinta di nero
tu hai sofferto abbastanza
e lottato contro te stesso
e tempo che tu vinca

prendi questa barca che sta affondando e vira verso casa
abbiamo ancora tempo
alza la tua voce piena di speranza. hai la possibilità di scegliere
ora ce l'hai fatta
prendi questa barca che sta affondando e vira verso casa
abbiamo ancora tempo
alza la tua voce piena di speranza. hai la possibilità di scegliere
ora ce l'hai fatta
cadendo lentamente canta la tua melodia
e io continuerò a fare il coro

Surpresas quando são boas, são sempre bem vindas. O filme Once ( Apenas Uma Vez ) é uma surpresa boa, daquelas que você não se importa em receber 2, 3, 4 vezes. Roteiros, elencos milionários ou grandes produções nem sempre são sinônimos de bons filmes. Once ( Apenas uma Vez ) é a prova real de que um bom filme também pode ser feito com orçamento modesto. É um filme independente e extremamente simples, filmado ocultamente, nas ruas, com figurantes não-cientes de suas condições. As locações, quando existem, são as mais simples possíveis, deixando a merce toda a poesia e musicalidade presente na trilha sonora, composta pelos protagonistas Glen e Marketa( ele um músico de rua e ela uma imigrante tcheca). O roteiro não se prende a sentimentalismo e nem explora a dramaticidade das personagens. É tudo muito sútil, inclusive as intenções dos protagonistas. É uma pena que eu tenha assistido-o em casa, no computador, enquanto preparava as fatias húngaras , desejava vê-lo na telinha do cinema . Mas sem maiores detalhes, acho que o lance e ver o filme e se surpreender. Seguem as indicações e os prêmios que o filme já recebeu mundo afora:

• Oscar de Melhor Canção Orginal "Falling Slowly" ;
• Independent Spirit Awards de Melhor Filme Estrangeiro;
• 2 Indicações ao Grammy, na categoria melhor Trilha Sonora e Melhor Canção orginal

E mais algumas curiosidades sobre o filme:

• Once foi filmado em apenas 3 semanas com U$70 mil , um orçamento baixo para competir ao Oscar, mas nas palavras do próprio diretor John Carney"foi um projeto entre amigos, com pouco dinheiro e muita alma";
• Hansard começou a namorar realmente Markéta durante as filmagens;
• Os dois fizeram um projeto chamado The Swell Season e abriram show pra Damien Rice myspace.com/theswellseason ;
• Download do Filme
  

We did so today, and just like the first time I saw it, the atypical ending brought me to tears - not quite sad, not quite happy, just real.

And I'm so glad that Ush really liked it as well.  An afternoon very well spent.

(Random but true: We recognised, before it was stated in the film, that the leading lady was Czech when she greeted her mother with "Ahoj" and when she told him the Czech for 'thank you' which we already knew as well :-P We may or may not have felt really cool.)

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G.meint:

Wenn Du keine Antworten bekommst, auf Fragen die Du nicht stellst, dann ist alles gesagt.

*g

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diesen feinen song hab ich eben in einem blog ( link folgt ) gefunden, falling slowly ( once ) , *hach* wie schön, danke!

und küssen ... gibts was innigeres, schöneres? ( ach so, ja, doch ....*smile* )    ich bin nicht nur bekennende kleinschreiberin, sondern auch leidenschaftlich gern küssende, also hier, und küsst mal wieder:

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:-)

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Ho ricevuto in regalo il cd "Once" proprio ieri e devo dire che ascoltando questa canzone, Sean ed io abbiamo iniziato a ballare trascinati da questa incantevole musica.

Ho visto il film in lingua originale, non so più quante volte...L'ho acquistato a Dublino, insieme ad altri, direi 50 DVD, per allenarmi a casa con l'inglese. A volte, quando ritornavo a casa, sola e magari triste perchè lontana dalla mia famiglia, accendevo tv, collegavo cavi e cavetti e via...Once per iniziare....Un giorno l'ho anche visto cinque volte di seguito.

Credo che stasera costringerò Erika e Sean a guardarlo per l'ennesima volta....ne sento il bisogno.

Poverini capisco quanto è difficile sopportarmi, ma so anche che non potrebbero vivere senza di me, come non potrei io senza di loro.

Sono il mio mondo, e li amo.

Queto post lo dedico a loro che riempiono di gioia La mia vita.

I'm in a good mood. I got manga. Well, Legal Drug anyway. Sad in a way. I've resolved not to read anymore shoujo manga - at least, not for a while. It has a tendency to depress me and yet, send me into giddy fits again and again. I'm also watching Death Note 2: The Last Name and I'm tempted to throw something at the television because some of these characters are...annoying me to death.

I'm crazy.

Anyway, second chapter of Falling Slowly. The usual disclaimers go here and remember people - copy+pasting is a crime. :D

002 Nine in the Afternoon
Jake

The morning crowd at Palette Coffee wasn’t that bad. The morning crowd consisted of the workaholics and students with early classes getting their daily dose of overpriced caffeine. Working the machines and making coffee with as much love and care as you could in three minutes flat while the masses grumbled and groaned – but tolerated because there was nothing they could do short of making their own coffee.

Not that I’m complaining, thought Jake Waverly as he sipped a grande-sized caramel latte. What he did complain about was that the apron that all baristas were required to wear clashed horrendously with his auburn hair. Who decided that the employee uniform was bright yellow? He was going to shoot them.

But now it was afternoon, and the lunch crowd hadn’t hit yet. The lunch crowd was a little noisier but it didn’t really matter. After all, they paled in comparison to the post-work and school crowds between 3PM to 7PM. He got off at five.

“What am I doing working the day shift today? I’m on shift tonight at Slither; which means I’m going to be dealing with some seriously weird drunks,” he murmured, inspecting his paper cup which stated it was made of 75% post-consumer recycled paper. “There was that guy yesterday, apparently. The one Chase told me about. Keeled over, right off the chair. I mean, damn. That is fucked up,”

“If you keep talking to yourself, I’m not the only one who’s going to think you’re crazy,” said a cheerful voice. Jake’s eyes flicked downwards to see his best friend, the perpetually cheery Christian Rossi.

“You think I’m crazy? How could you, Christian!” wailed Jake, melodramatically. He still had a smirk on his face. “I thought we had something…special! What will our neighbours think?” Thankfully, the coffee shop was empty and there wasn’t anyone around to watch their ridiculous antics. Except the few dozen people walking by the store and staring unabashedly at Jake being a drama queen.

“They’ll wonder why that ‘nice Rossi boy’ hangs out with that ‘incorrigible Waverly boy’ – you know,” at that, Christian lowered his voice to a hush. “- the one who plays horrendously loud music at four in the morning,”

Jake resisted the urge to slap Christian. After all, they were at work and slapping is just so…girly. And Jake S. Waverly was definitely not girly. Or so he thought. Instead he chugged down his coffee, rolling his eyes as he did.

“God, you look like a girl when you do that,” Christian grinned, flicking the side of Jake’s plastic framed glasses. “You’ve had these glasses for as long as I’ve known you. I mean what the hell? Change your glasses – get contacts or something,”

Jake glared at him over the rim of his mug. “You’re like the annoying younger brother I never had,” he grit out, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Multiple wristbands and chains wrapped around his wrist bumped and clattered against one another. “’sides, what part of struggling university student do you not get?”

“Yeah, yeah – I get it, don’t worry,” Christian laughed. Eying the counter, he noticed a few people entering the café. “Hey Jake, c’mon – lets tend to the customers. Don’t want Scarlett getting pissed at us for neglecting the place after all,”

Jake snorted and turned to the register, setting his mug down where it wouldn’t be knocked over by Christian’s flailing limbs. The university sophomore had this alarming tendency to use exuberant hand gestures while talking. Maybe that was the upbringing.

“Hey, welcome to Palette Coffee, what’s your order?” he greeted. Standard procedure at Palette, drummed in by Scarlett through consistent training – and possibly subliminal messaging. The brunette in front of him looked bored, although vaguely like those girl-next-door stereotypes in movie and teen soap operas. How could you look bored in a coffee shop? The scent of freshly brewed coffee was in the air.

“Tall double latte, low fat milk and biscotti,” her voice was icy, like one of those bitch-of-the-universe sorts of people.

Whoa, that voice does not fit the face, said Jake, mentally. He rang up her order and passed it to Fred, one of the guys on actual coffee-making duty today. “One tall double latte, low fat,” he called out, giving her change. “Have a nice day, your coffee will be ready soon,” With that, she flounced off, nose in the air.

Jeez. Pity the sucker who’s her boyfriend.

Looking up, there was a guy who looked half-dead on his feet. He walked – no, staggered towards the counter. He looked like he had been through hell and back. With him was a girl who looked less tired but more frustrated. They seemed to be arguing.

“I don’t know why you freaked like that,” said the girl, a petite brunette with dyed tips. “You were calmer with the psycho psychic,”

“Well, you would have too if your patient started gnawing on your fingers,” retorted the blonde, furrowing his brows. “My hands are still shaking, and I’ve got the strange temptation to use up bottles and bottles of hand sanitizer. I need coffee,”

Jake couldn’t help but feel sorry for the blonde. Who deserved to have their hands gnawed on in the morning? Unless you had a kink for that sort of thing…wait, BAD THOUGHT. Erase, erase. Abort mission! ABORT MISSION.

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. “Damn overactive imagination,” he muttered. Looking back to the counter, he saw that Christian was tending to the blonde and brunette. They were still arguing, even while the blonde was ordering.

“Caleb, you drink too much coffee,” stated the girl, glaring at the blonde. “You had two cups of coffee this morning, one at the office and now your double latte. I would slap you if I weren’t so worried about you falling asleep while standing,” She was around shoulder height to him which put him at about 5’10 at most.

“You would too if you didn’t sleep well,” retorted Caleb, looking away from the girl. Odd, his hair isn’t blonde but dirty blonde, mused Jake, watching the interaction. Not really like Christian’s platinum blonde curls. The same Christian, in fact who seems to be trying his utmost best not to inject something right now.

“In that case, you never sleep well. I heard from your sister that you were drunk off your ass last night at Slither,” She looked triumphant and yet sympathetic at the same time. Was it possible to look like that?

Well, if anything can be judged by that last chick…probably.

“I’m so sorry that you have to hear this,” apologized the blonde to Christian. He then turned back to the brunette girl. “Haley, you hang out too much with my sister. I can’t believe you were the one who called her last night,”

“I only did it because Chase called me. He said you were moaning about Valentine’s Day again. Hell – if you hate it so much, why go out and drink?” her teeth seemed to be gritted. “You fell off the bloody chair,”

Jake’s eyes widened. ‘So that’s the guy Chase was talking about. For a guy who can’t handle his alcohol – and I’m not really the best judge since I have no idea how much he drank – he cleans up well.’ he thought. ‘Why am I thinking this? There is no way I should be thinking this. One of Scarlett’s rules at work – do not flirt with people while working. Especially good looking men,’ he mimicked her voice in his head. ‘That means you, Jacob Waverly. I’m looking straight at you,’

Caleb flushed a few shades of red before paying for the coffee. “Just go get us a seat. I’m not supposed to be working today, anyway,” he muttered, avoiding the question. He shuffled towards the pick-up counter, a dark cloud seeming to settle over his head.

“One double grande caramel latte, one iced tea!” hollered Christian, nearly killing Jake’s ear. Jake rubbed his ear, glaring at the grinning barista at the cashier.

“I’m right here, you know. You don’t have to yell my ear off,” replied Jake, half-wishing something would come crashing down on his head. He grumbled, turning on the grinder and hunting in the fridge for milk. “Yo Fred, we’re nearly out of milk. Write it down, will ya?” he said, pouring milk into a metal measuring cup.

While making the blonde’s latte, Jake discreetly pumped an extra shot of caramel into the sugar-ridden drink. “Hey, tough day?” he said, setting the drink in front of the exhausted looking blonde.

“Mm, yeah. Wasn’t supposed to come into work today, but they called me in anyway,” At this, he yawned. “Don’t know if I can even get home after this. So tired,” His hair stuck up as if he had just rolled out of bed. What did he work as that allowed him to walk in like that? Or, to make his hair end up like that?

“This’ll probably wake you up then. Double grande caramel latte, extra shot of caramel?” Jake gestured to the drink, grinning. Caleb ran a hand through his hair, smiling weakly at the barista.

“Yeah, thanks,” he smiled at the barista and turned back to walk to the table where presumably he went to argue with the brunette again. Jake felt the corners of his mouth stretch into a wide grin that he couldn’t hold back.

He then got smacked upside the head.

“What the hell was that for,” yowled Jake, rubbing the back of his head. Christian stood behind him, smiling in the most angelic way possible, golden curls framing his face like a halo. Jake sent him a glare that would sent the devil himself running. But unfortunately, Christian was not the devil. He had the capacity to be worse. Damn, that was evil.

“Okay, you can stop drooling after your blonde eye candy and get back to work,” he said cheerfully. “Truth be told, I don’t care. You can lose your job and I’ll get more money and you can sleep on the balcony. Okay?” Christian dragged Jake back to the register where he proceeded to pout.

Eye candy, my foot. He just looks good, that’s all. Why does Christian have to be such a pretty person but have such a hard heart?

“I’m not evil, if that’s what you’re thinking,” sang Christian, even though his back was turned. Jake shivered – not only was his best friend an evil bastard but he was a psychic evil bastard. Wait – then why was he thinking that so loud? Christian must be listening to his thoughts from across the room.

He looked up and aforementioned evil bastard was waving cheerily at him as he edged closer to Caleb’s table. Jake nearly screeched in horror. NO! Don’t go near him! Stay away! Caleb, run away, save yourself, it’s too late for me.

Christian tapped the other blonde on the shoulder and began whispering conspiratorially into his ear. Jake on the other hand proceeded to die of embarrassment and quickly ducked under the counter to avoid showing his uncontrollable blushing. He turned all the shades of red until he could have rivalled the reddest tomato at any county fair. To his credit, he concealed himself quite well considering how tall he was. Even though there was a very confused customer who wanted to place an order.

Christian pointed. And Caleb looked, even though he didn’t see the cowering Jake Waverly.

“Jake, stop hiding. Or I’ll reveal your secret Earthquake recipe to everyone in town,” stated Christian, smirking to himself. Of course that would get poor Jake agitated more than he already was.

He quickly stood up, accidentally hitting his head on the counter top. “Dammit, and don’t you dare tell anyone that recipe or I’ll…” he trailed off into silence when he saw Caleb laughing silently at him. He flushed a darker red, almost as red as his hair if that was even humanely possible. “Uh, I’m just going to go get milk from the store because I think we’re all out,” And with that, he proceeded to run off, like the coward that he seemed to be.

Christian smiled. Of course he enjoyed interfering with his best friend’s life. God knows he needed one.

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Jake walked warily back to the coffee shop, arms laden with bottles of milk. He was about to let himself in the back door when it suddenly swung open, revealing Christian who was grinning wider than the Cheshire Cat.

“Hey Jake, you’ll never guess what I did,” he cried cheerily, a glint in his eye. And everyone who knew him knew that if you were the recipient of that glint – you just might or might not regret it. That glint always meant that he was up to something.

“What did you do,” asked Jake, anxious as a cornered rat. “In fact, if it’s something that might utterly destroy me – then I’m not sure I want to know,”

“Don’t be silly, it isn’t bad. It’ll only destroy you if you screw it up,” Christian looked thoughtful for a split second. He quickly broke out into a grin. “I gave Caleb your cell number. And persuaded him to call you some time,”

Jake thought he was going to die right there on the spot.

END CHAPTER

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001. Secret Valentine
Caleb

Caleb stumbled out of the bedroom. Thoughts like ‘coffee’ and ‘painkillers’ were making themselves known with the crazy pounding in his head. The traffic outside his apartment was suddenly a thousand decibels louder, the gentle putt of a passing scooter sounded like the roar of a Harley.
He blinked.

There was a splash of orange in his kitchen.

Said splash of orange seemed to be standing at his stove, cooking. The smell of waffles and eggs filled the small kitchen.

“Oh, you’re up already,”

Right, a female splash of orange.  Orange clothes. It must be Cass.

“You really shouldn’t use Valentine’s Day as an excuse to drink yourself stupid, you know,” continued the orange blur known as Cass, eggs sizzling in the pan. A green mitt encased one hand. “I know you’ve sworn off women since the incident a few years ago,” At this, he winced. He didn’t like anyone talking or thinking about the Incident. “- but really. I only came because one of the girls saw you keel over at the bar. It isn’t healthy, Caleb,”

“Valentine’s Day is a commercialized holiday. There’s nothing special about it,” he finally croaked out, his voice rough from sleep. He flinched as a car zoomed by, the sound making his ears ring.

“And I’ll drink whenever I feel like it,”

“I don’t care, it’s not pretty,” she bit out. Exasperation tinged her voice. “I know I keep picking you up but I can’t do it forever. I mean, hell – when was the last time you got six full hours of sleep?”

Caleb fingered the gray circles under his eyes. He thought about his sister’s horrified reaction if he were to reply truthfully. “Recently,” he replied vaguely, reaching for the instant coffee.

“Have you considered seeing a doctor for your insomniac tendencies?” Cass spotted the tin of instant coffee in his hand. She looked like she wanted to grab the tin and throw it out the window of Caleb’s fifth floor apartment. That is, if throwing projectiles weren’t illegal. “And your coffee addiction! God, I hadn’t even touched on that. You’re as bad as a smoker,” She piled eggs and waffles on a plate. “Besides, you’re a total ass until you get your caffeine dosage,”

“Yup. It says that on my prescription. Caleb Kilmartin: 3 – 4 cups of coffee a day,” he emptied the packet of coffee into the mug. Pouring hot water in, he idly stirred it with a chopstick. “You don’t need to get me into your hippie revolution lifestyle. It’s my vice – I’ll deal. Besides, I figure God already knows about the coffee,” he quipped. 

Grabbing the plate, he sat at the kitchen counter looking at his older sister. The two siblings stared at one another. Gray-green met gray-blue. He stabbed a waffle, completely destroying the moment.

“So, why’re you here Cass?” he said through a mouthful of waffle. “Aside from dragging me up a couple flights of stairs and into the apartment, you’re not usually one to make me breakfast,”

Cass tugged at blonde curls. “Mum and Dad aren’t really happy with you, Caleb. They were really set on you marrying Natalie,” Her eyes darted left to right, as if she didn’t know where to look, avoiding his face at all costs.

“You really do cut the small talk, don’t you, Cass,” Caleb snorted. “As if that would have made me less gay. All it would have resulted in is an unhappy marriage and eventually a divorce,” He ran a hand through unruly blonde hair. “I don’t know, Cass. I’ve been trying to make them happy for aeons and the first time I do something really for myself, this is what happens to me,” He proceeded to swallow an Advil and chased it with coffee. His second cup.

“You dropped a bombshell on them,” she muttered. “I mean – they found out that their only son is gay. And wouldn’t be carrying on the family name, and so on and so forth. They wanted grandchildren,”

“So what, this visit’s a guilt trip?” he gulped down a mouthful of coffee as he glared at her over the rim of the mug. “Do I look like paternal material to you in the first place? Besides, I doubt they’d want to talk to me again. Ever,”

“No, Caleb. Stop being childish. I’m just telling you how they feel,” sighed Cass. Caleb shot her a look that clearly said ‘I-am-not-being-childish’. “Oh come on, you can’t not talk to them forever. What kind of counsellor doesn’t talk to their own parents?”

“They stopped talking to me, so this one, obviously”

She made an irritated sound in her throat and took off the acid green mitt. “I’m going to go now. Ray’s waiting for me,” Snatching her handbag off the counter top, she made to let herself out. She turned halfway through.

“I’m not asking you to live up to their expectations. I just want you to be happy. But you don’t do that while hurting someone else’s feelings,” When Caleb made no noise of acknowledgement; she shook her head and let herself out of the apartment.

He listened for the click of the door shutting before getting up again. Without his sister’s presence, the apartment just seemed so lonely again. Quiet. Sure, maybe he should be happy – but he just didn’t see how he could be happy without fucking up in front of his parents.

“God, I fucked up real bad,” he groaned, collapsing on his very comfortable leather couch. He paid for this couch with his own money. Out of his salary. ‘Yeah, I had to work overtime for two months just to get this gorgeous couch’ he thought, snuggling into the couch.

He shot up at that thought. ‘What kind of man uses the word ‘gorgeous’’ he thought, horrified. “I am so gay; it’s not even funny,” he murmured, looking up at the cracked ceiling.

“Thank God it’s Saturday and I don’t have to work,” With that, his cell phone rang – a shrill polyphonic tune that jarred the ears. He winced and quickly pressed the green button to make it stop. There was only so much one brain could take after all.

“Caleb?” said a harried female voice.

“Yeah?” he replied, raising an eyebrow sceptically.

“Oh good, I was worried I got the wrong number. It’s Haley. Could you come in for a few today? We got a case that the Director would like you to handle,” Caleb groaned inwardly. Whenever the Director wanted you to take on a certain case, it was bound to be a little tougher than usual.

“Please tell me it’s not the one who thinks he can bend spoons telepathically,” That was funny. Actually, no - it was pretty scary. He insisted that he had developed psychic powers and could bend spoons and other things with his mind. Caleb nearly ran out of the room telling Haley to send the guy to the nearest psych ward and fast. It was just too much for one person – or at least, him to handle.

“No, it’s not him,” said Haley, a smile in her voice even if she still sounded tired. He exhaled and began to breathe properly again.

“Oh, thank God. Wait – is it the one who thinks he’s a sex god and that all the women want him, it’s just there are complications arising from it?” That was coming from someone who looked like he hadn’t reached puberty yet. He nearly gagged at that. It was even harder to sit in the room and talk to the guy.

Why did he get all the crazy ones?

“Look, just come down to the centre. Get dressed properly, none of your usual cargo pants and a t-shirt crap,” Haley sounded annoyed. “And get here fast. Be here in like, 20 minutes. You don’t want me to call Dan, and you know what he’s like on Saturday mornings,”

“Yeah, sure thing boss,” He ended the call before sauntering into the bathroom, anticipating a hot shower. Stripping, he turned on the water.

“FUCK, IT’S COLD,” he yelled, jumping back a few steps.

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After performing all morning ablutions, he glared angrily at the shower head. Caleb nearly ran out of the bathroom to get dressed. “Right, have to dress properly because it’s a Director case. Sheesh. What’s the difference?” he snorted as he grabbed a white sweater. “It’s still the same person, after all,”

“Get dressed properly,” he mimicked Haley’s high pitched voice. “As if I don’t know how to dress properly,” he snorted, bending over to look for a pair of pants. At the age of 24, Caleb was borderline vaguely anorexic looking. All that loss of sleep must have affected him. “Argh, goddamn it. Where are those pants?”
‘Swearing ups your blood pressure, y’know’ said a voice that sounded a little like his conscience. It decided to bother him at the worst of times. He mentally kicked its ass and watched it limp away like a kicked puppy.

He found the elusive pants and pulled them on, only to find that they were a little snug. “Damn. Ah well, that’ll have to do,” he muttered. Glancing at his watch, he found that he was way, way off schedule.

He choked – a hacking, unsightly spluttering noise. He hurriedly pulled on his sweater, grabbing a pair of shoes. “Keys, keys – I need my keys,” he mumbled, grabbing his cell phone and wallet. Snatching them off the counter, he slung a bag over his shoulder before giving himself ten seconds to look around before dashing out, pausing only to lock the door.

He ran down four flights of stairs, yelling hoarsely “TAXI” while waving an arm around like a lunatic. A taxi screeched to a halt, barely two centimetres from his arm. “The hell,” he swore, rubbing his arm as if to confirm that it was still there. “That could’ve taken my arm off,” he muttered as he got into the taxi.

“So, where to?” asked the driver, turning in his seat. He cocked his head, revealing sparkling eyes for the briefest of moments.

“The Centre, if you don’t mind. And could you make this fast? I’m late for work,” said Caleb, nearly pleading.

“Sure thing. You might want to hold on to your seat though,” he replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“You wanted to go fast after all, didn’t you?” Listening to his tone, Caleb not only clung to his seat as if it were going to fly away but strapped on the seat belt. His eyes widened in fear. All rational thought had pretty much been kicked to the curb.

Save me

He squeezed his eyes shut. The taxi jolted and sped down the road at breakneck speed. If this were one of his fantasy books, he would have likened the sensation to G-Force pulling his skin back, making it ripple. But it wasn’t, so he had to contend with a mildly nauseous feeling. But the cab driver did have the most gorgeous eyes…at least, what he saw of them before the spaceship took off.

‘Okay,’ he mentally slapped himself. ‘Stop checking out every attractive guy that comes within a three-foot radius of you. Yeah, sure. You’re gay and your family knows but it doesn’t mean that you should be so fuckin’ blatant about it’

Caleb concentrated on the back of the driver’s head and thought about work.

END CHAPTER ONE.

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I opened this blog because I like to write. And even though I admit that in real life, I could be someone who might be diagnosed with some manic-depressive disorder/ADD, I'm painfully shy about revealing my writing work to other people. I'd like constructive feedback and maybe a tiny bit of encouragement to help spur me along.

What will be posted here is just a little romance story entitled Falling Slowly. The title of this maybe-novel is taken from the award-winning song from the independent film, Once, written and performed by Glen Hasard and Marketa Irglova. 

I do hope I'm not infringing on anything copyrighted.

So relax, and kick back. I'll post the first chapter soon. I have three complete chapters written so far and an incomplete fourth chapter coming.

This project was concieved on May 16th, 2008.  

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Seit der Veröffentlichung eines gemeinsamen Albums Anfang 2006 arbeiten Glen Hansard und Markéta Irglová unter dem Namen "The Swell Season“ zusammen. Im Februar dieses Jahres wurden der irische Sänger - gleichzeitig Kopf der Band "The Frames“ - und die tschechische Multi-Instrumentalistin mit ihrer Single "Falling Slowly“ für den Film "Once“ mit dem Oscar ausgezeichnet. Der Film, in dem die beiden Musiker auch als Hauptdarsteller agieren, gewann außerdem beim Sundance Filmfestival den Publikumspreis.

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In this charming contemporary musical helmed by John Carney, a street musician (Glen Hansard) in Dublin, Ireland, strikes up a friendship with a migrant street hawker (Markéta Irglová). Over the course of a busy week, they compose, rehearse and record a series of songs that mirror the duo's burgeoning romance -- and help the young busker release his musical passions. The actors wrote the tunes they perform, and won an Oscar for their efforts.

 

Well, honestly, a "contemporary musical" didn't really sound that exciting, but a friend was in town, the weather was blah so we figured worst case we just put it back in the envelope and mail it back.  Keep in mind this was before the Oscars, so it really didn't have that much acclaim in it's corner yet.  We loved it, went straight to the computer to google the actors, found and purchased the album on iTunes, saw they were coming in concert and well, there you go.  It was a great show and I was able to try out the Live View option on my Canon 40d.  Great feature, but my arms are killing me from holding the big camera and lens over my head all night.

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Check out their Academy Award winning song "Falling Slowly" as performed on Letterman.

Ganhador do Oscar de melhor canção, um filme independente, só que muito mais inteligente e sensível do que muito filmes de grande produção e com certeza um dos melhores filmes de 2007.

Todos os críticos colocaram Apena uma Vez na categoria musical, óbvío já que é um filme recheado de músicas, mas é um filme que ultrapassa o estilo musical, os atores não ficam dançando ou cantando por ai, cantam para expressar suas emoções.
Outra prova de que o filme é maior do que o estilo, é que em nenhum momento você sabe o nome dos dois personagens mostrando que a boa música é maior do que nomes e gêneros.

A história que se passa em Dublin na Irlanda, um músico de rua conhece uma imigrante pianista e começa com ela uma colaboração musical inesperada. Inspirados pela parceria musical e pela amizade, os dois começam uma mudança e uma nova visão sobre suas vidas.

Duas almas soltas que se encontram na música, ele acabou de terminar um relacionamento e mudou de cidade, ela veio para um novo país com sua filha e mãe, deixando o marido no seu país de origem. Da primeira vez que tocam juntos até a última o diretor John Carney mostra como fazer música parece com o crescimento de uma relação.

E nada melhor do que fazer um filme sobre música com dois músicos de verdade, ele é interpretado por Glen Hansard da banda The Frames, ela é sua parceira de música na vida real, a tcheca com um sotaque maravilhoso Marketa Irglova.
Ambos comporão um pouco antes de o filme ser feito, por essa afinidade musical o filme fica mais realista, principalmente na música ganhadora do Oscar “Falling Slowly” e uma das cenas mais bonitas do filme, outros destaques da trilha são “Lies” e a emocionante “If You Want Me".

Apenas uma vez mostra um romance no seu lado mais bonito e verdadeiro que são os sentimentos que o envolvem, e com final sensível como todo o filme mostra que como diz o proprio título diz só podem ser vividos uma vez.

Onde assistir? Infelizmente o filme se encontra em poucas salas, aqui em São Paulo estava passando em duas, mas é facilmente e vale muito a pena (eu já assisti duas vezes) encontrado para ser baixado em ótima qualidade.

Left to right: John McCarthy, James Browne, Eoin O hAnnrachain, Dave O'Byrne, Stephen O'Connor, Sophie Connon, Kelly Chisholm.

Although it was part of the Granary Theatre's free readings season, we weren't sure how many people to expect. Audiences don't always flock to readings of plays and we were the first in the series. We got a full house! :)

It had all been a little short notice as the series was more or less full when we discussed the possibility with the Artistic Director, Tony McCleane-Fay. Luckily he gave us a slot and I decided to direct it myself. Then came the casting process.

Casting can be tricky at the best of times, but casting for a reading of a play is even trickier as you have no money to offer an actor and you can't guarantee it'll ever be turned into a full production. We had 5 parts to fill this time and, while it was 'just' a reading, I still wanted to cast people who looked the part.

The story of Falling Slowly is not a complicated one. It is essentially a rom-com on stage. We played around a little with some of the audiences expectations and for the most part I think it worked, but it was still important that when the audience looked at these actors they saw the intended character types. We held auditions on Saturday the 26th of January. Cork actor James Browne, who I had seen in Meridian's Knock Three Times, was first up and he was just perfect for Tim. He read the part just how I had imagined it while writing. This was easy!

I had a few people in mind for parts but I always like to see what's out there before making a final decision. One of the people I was considering was Kelly Chisholm. I asked her to come along to read and as I expected she was good in both the female roles. It was 2 down, 3 to go at this stage and things were looking good. It can't all go so smoothly though and while we had another few talented performers in to see us that day they weren't right for the parts or didn't fit with those we already had in mind. The main female role was proving particularly torublesome at this point. I had approached an actress I have worked with in an acting capacity and would love to direct in a project but she was unable to do it. Another one or two I would have liked to look at were unable to attend. Kelly was an option but age wise she suited Emma - as I wanted Karen to be slightly younger than the rest - and she was bringing an extra dimension to Emma that I liked a lot.

It just so happened that fortune was smiling on us that day. My brother always says "you make your own luck" and I guess that's what Dave did. There was a young actress named Sophie Connon working in the Granary box office that day and when we had a spare few minutes before the next auditionee Dave asked her if she'd like to read. She did and we found our Karen.

The day ended without us finding the other two actors so I called up those I had in mind. First up was John McCarthy, who I had worked with on They Never Froze Walt Disney. Then it was on to Shane Falvey who appeared in Dracula with me. Both were happy to be involved but Shane was to check his schedule.

In the end Shane wasn't available but I remembered an actor named Stephen O'Connor who I had been impressed with when I did a reading of Philladelphia, Here I Come for John's company Hammergrin. Stephen agreed to play Daniel to John's Mark and the casting was finally complete.

a lot.

and i feel like i should tell you, but i can't seem to gather the courage to pick up the telephone and tell you. only because i feel that neither i or what i have to say is significant enough to where i think you would be compelled to answer the phone. but it has to be, because since you've been on my mind, i haven't been able to do a single thing but think of you. so i've been purging my mind of you by listening to my entire 7,000 song iTunes library on shuffle. but this song played, and immediately i thought of you:

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

"i hate you so much that i love you. i don't know how that works, but it does."

<3.

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Fica aí a dica para quem ainda não viu o fofíssimo "Once"

Por: Carolina Guimarães

O filme é uma produção irlandesa que despontou no circuito alternativo americano no final do ano. Dirigido pelo desconhecido John Carney, o longa é um musical moderno que conta uma história de amor. Quase todas as canções foram escritas por Glen Hansard e Markéta Irglová.

Glen é o Cara. Ele conserta aspiradores de pó numa loja com o pai e toca suas canções nas ruas de Dublin a troco de dinheiro. Markéta é a Garota. Ela imigrou da República Tcheca com a mãe e a filha e faz pequenos trabalhos para sustentar a casa.

Ele já sofreu muito por amor. Após o rompimento com a ex-namorada, pela qual foi traído, compôs as canções, que norteiam o filme. Um dia, ela o ouve e se sensibiliza com as suas letras doloridas, desesperadas, magoadas. Ela também tem um passado musical. Toca piano muito bem e rascunha algumas letras que compõe.

Através das ruas e do mar inóspito de Dublin, eles vão se descobrindo. Compondo, cantando e aprendendo a cicatrizar as suas feridas. Mas ele tem uma história não concluída. E ela também.

Há algumas pessoas que, no final de cada relação, escrevem um mero poema (como alguns jornalistas de sobrenome Claesen rs) e há outras que compõem sinceras e magníficas canções de amor. Como neste filme.

Aqui, a vencedora de melhor canção no Oscar 2008, Falling Slowly. E um dos filmes mais simples, mais encantadores e mais tristes do ano.

Cotação (de 0 a 5): 5,0 - Manjar dos Deuses

Ao conferir o filme, percebi que não estava tão equivocado assim: longe de ser um "filme do gênero musical", não apenas uma, mas todas as canções de "Once" (título original) é que literalmente constróem esse singelo filme sobre perdas, ganhos, retomadas e ideais.

O filme, rodado em apenas 17 dias com uma câmera digital, é tão belo quanto simples: um 'consertador' de aspirador de pó aproveita as horas vagas para cantar e tocar por alguns trocados nas ruas de Dublin, onde encontra uma tcheca que admira seu trabalho. Uma amizade rapidamente se forma e, em torno da empatia que cresce entre os dois e em especial da música, ambos mergulham num final de semana intenso em um estúdio, em pequenos passeios quase sem destino e em sentimentos crescentes mas nem sempre possíveis de se tornarem realidade.

Se os personagens principais não recebem nome no filme (apenas Guy e Girl), seus intérpretes merecem toda menção. Como ator, Glen Hansard é praticamente estreante, e faz seu primeiro trabalho como compositor no cinema levando de cara um Oscar de Melhor Canção Original, junto com Markéta Irglová, a outra protagonista do filme e igualmente debutando como atriz, pela excelente "Falling Slowly". Hansard é vocalista de uma banda em Dublin, "The Frames", da qual o diretor do filme, John Carney, participou como contrabaixista até 1993. Já Markéta trabalhou com Hansard no álbum "The Swell Season", gravado na mesma época do filme (embora Hansard e Markéta tenham recebido o Oscar em 2008, o filme foi produzido em 2006).

Toda a trilha é admirável, e boa parte do texto é substituída justamente pelas belas letras, melodias deliciosas e interpretações arrebatadoras. Há cenas admiráveis, como a do duo na loja de instrumentos musicais, mas esta é apenas uma entre muitas.

Não esperem um roteiro elaborado: simples, singelo, belo e bom de se ver e ouvir, romântico sem ser um filme de amor e usando a música ao mesmo tempo como tema e linguagem, "Apenas Uma Vez" é um filme que remexe com delicadeza a alma de quem assiste. Se você só gosta de aventuras hollywoodianas, fuja dele. Caso contrário, corra para uma das (infelizmente poucas) salas escuras que ainda o exibem e delicie-se.

¿Qué tan a menudo encuentras la persona indicada?

Después de un día pesado en el colegio me he encontrado con una grata sorpresa al lado de mi Xbox 360, por fin había conseguido una película que he querido ver desde el año pasado: Once.

La historia es muy simple, y aún así, logra ejemplificar de una manera muy profunda las diferentes relaciones humanas. La película fué filmada en tres semanas, solo con dos cámaras en mano, un equipo muy pequeño y dos actores nuevos, sin embargo, es la mejor película que he visto este año.

Es un musical moderno, sin grandes y tontas coreografías, o momentos caricaturizados, solo dos personas compartiendo su pasión por la música y contando sus historias, conociendose de una forma poco convencional y secretamente enamorandose el uno del otro, son dos extraños que se cruzan sin conocerse en realidad, cada uno con su propia historia, su propia vida, sus propios pesos en el corazón, pero ambos humanos y ambos en el constante caminar que la vida les presenta.

La película es 60% música, y todas las canciones son hermosas, las letras unen los momentos de una película que parece una grabación de la vida real; Es una película creíble, sincera y sencilla, pero sobre todo, una película inspiradora.

Es fácil pensar al final que acabas de ver una anecdota de un amigo cercano, o un conocido, una historia más en nuestras vidas, pero sin duda alguna, es fácil salir con una sonrisa después de ver la película. Incluso, los créditos no son lo suficientemente largos para volver a escuchar todas las canciones, pero las que suenan son las mejores.

Vale la pena recordar "Falling Slowly", canción ganadora del Oscar y que pertenece a está película.

¿Qué tan a menudo encuentras a la persona indicada? Quizás solo una vez en la vida.

[Jkrincon Out]

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

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