Even the names of the hero and heroine of the story are not given. He's just a man who fixes vacuum cleaners. I once loved a woman deeply, and then she left. His only insistence is to play and sing the old guitar in his hand forever, dreaming that one day he will be able to release a CD, earn a lot of money and become famous, and then he can go to London to find her in a straightforward manner. Every song he wrote has his past love in it.
She is a woman from the Czech Republic. The man she loves is separated by thousands of miles, and she and her mother survive alone with a weak daughter. In addition to cleaning others, you also need to sell roses on the street. The only luxury is the occasional trip to the instrument row to play the piano.
She stood quietly in the street listening to him play and sing, and then walked with him across the wet flagstone with a vacuum cleaner in need of repair. For a split second, in their conversations and poignant smiles, I seemed to see the plots of Before Sunset and After Sunrise again.
He leaned slightly into her face as she played Mendelssohn's Ballad of Venice in the instrument row. Then the two try to play "If u want me" together, his tune is pathetic, and she sings softly. That's the emotion that's unique to music. Like a warm sun.
In the middle of the night, she walked alone through the long street in her pajamas and pajamas, listening to his music with headphones and singing the lyrics she composed for him. Singing while walking on the quiet street, there is a deep feeling in such casualness.
In order to help him realize his dream, she accompanies him to negotiate the price of the recording room and find street bands with similar styles. In the short period of time spent together, we got to know each other.
She heard the sadness in his music, he heard the cry in her music. Sitting in the dark, listening to her melody, his whimpering was unbearable, he remained silent, knowing that the shoulders he lent would not be able to be attached for a long time.
In the recording room, day and night, it is the warmest part of the film. Running and happy on the beach after the CD was recorded, I seem to see love rising and falling with the tide.
Returning to their respective tracks, he carried the CD to London to find his dream and who he once was. She still works everywhere, waiting for a man from far away in the Czech Republic to come to her side. He didn't find her to say goodbye. Sitting on the rickety bus, he couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth when he thought of her.
She received a piano as a gift. By the sun-drenched window, she played the song they first met, and she raised her face to look at her husband and daughter beside her, with the same warm smile on her face.
Ireland is a cold and wet place in winter. But almost all Irish music is distant and ethereal. The country has never lacked moving details. They seem to have a genius-like musical essence, plain and warm, and ubiquitous. Many people say that this movie is like an extended MV. However, after seeing so many love movies that are shoddy and rampant today, it is not easy to see a movie that tells love stories with such a light and meticulous lens.
None of them said love. Even when talking about the people he loves deeply, they are all in a flat tone and a slightly helpless smile. In fact, everyone has a past, and a past of others. However, no matter talking about the past and the present, only to find that, except for those ignorant youth, how can we talk about love lightly.
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