warm as the sun

Zita 2022-09-13 14:07:34

When a classmate recommended this movie to watch, he said that it is a movie suitable for a person to watch quietly. What kind of love is used to describe this movie is simply tarnishing the relationship between the two.
After reading it is indeed the case. I guess it was the company of two equally lonely people. The little boy feels that art is dead, but at the end of the film, he still uses music to communicate with B (I call it the heroine for short). Although they have completely different backgrounds, they are all the same when it comes to company.
A genius is always lonely, he has maturity beyond his years, and even if he is actively integrated into his peers, he will not be truly happy. b has too many stories, music dreams, and a family that weighs her down. This little boy's experience seems to be a small station in B's life, and they will eventually be separated. One is to live a good life, and the other is to keep going. They all seem to have lost the meaning of their lives. During this simple company, they are all reviewing their dreams. The appearance of a person can always have an impact on other people's lives, and they also regain their dreams of music under the same agreement.
There is no special ending, the plot is as gentle as the soundtrack. It seems like a piece of music that doesn't bring much emotion, but when people read it, they can still smile knowingly in the face of the separation of the two.
It would be great if we could have such a gentle person who lives our vulnerability in our lives.

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Like Sunday, Like Rain quotes

  • Eleanor: What was the name of that piece you wrote for the recital?

    Reggie: Like Sunday, Like Rain.

    Eleanor: So beautiful.

    Reggie: I'll write a part for the cornet.

  • Reggie: You have a gift, and you have an obligation to take care of it.

    Eleanor: What are you *talking* about? For all you know, I could be the worst cornet player in the whole world.

    Reggie: I don't think so. I don't think you'd have been chosen for that all star band if that were the case. And you certainly wouldn't have gotten into Julliard. It's a crime to deprive the world of your art.

    Eleanor: I thought you said art was dead.

    Reggie: Yes, and it will remain that way if all the great artists abandon their cornets and move to Idaho... Just promise me you'll come back to it. Promise me you'll come back to your music.

    Eleanor: I will if you will.

    Reggie: Deal.