Chronicles of Films: Once

How often do you find the right person? 

Once upon a time, I met a relationship coach whom I had breakfast with. It was one of the best talks I had about relationships: how one should never call another her love of her life if he isn't there to put a ring on it and make it forever. In a lifetime, she said, one meets an average of eight people who will be marriage material. This can occur before or after the actual marriage, of course. At the time, I was scared of that possibility. I can't imagine wanting to be married with eight different people. That's like setting yourself up for disaster.

If you ask me now, now that I'm much older since, much more mature, and may or may not have met people I would've married given the right timing, I think that all those people you meet are really just necessary evils {lack of better term, is what it is}. Some sort of decoy, some phase, some lesson, some hoop one must go through. It could be that it will just be hoops. What do I know, really.

Once is a movie about a musician and a Czech immigrant who meets in the streets of Dublin while the former was singing {Irish men, of course}. They develop a strange friendship, perhaps because both are immigrants in a strange land. And in any strange land, it's so easy to fall into something that feels like home, feels comfortable. In the words of Kristin Newman, it was a vacationship. {except they aren't two tourists looking to hook up}

We all know it too well.

It's especially easy to fall in love with someone who's recovering from a painful separation. Or with someone who whips out a guitar and sings to you. Or someone who has an accent that's incomprehensible to you and you think that what you don't know is what you might want. So do we truly meet one person we have to be with forever just once? Parang even once is already enough with me. And if you never get together, how do you handle that? Parang I don't wanna know the answer to that.

I loved how Once is that kind of movie that reminds me a little bit of Before Sunrise and Begin Again, but with so much candidness, that the girl {nobody reveals the name, as I find out}, is out carrying her faulty vacuum in the streets of Dublin. I love how the guy's quest to record was so humane, so real. And the songs, are well, real. I have to admit that it was because I was listening to the song

Falling Slowly all day that prompted me to watch this gem of a movie. I don't want to talk about the plot anymore, in any case I unwittingly give it away.

Anyway, my point is: The movie is amazing. I wish movies like these always existed. So easy to like movies which portray real people in their seemingly real environments and dispositions. Such a gem to watch, this one.

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