No, I'm not talking about the characters of the movie (though I can't say that I didn't fall for each one of them, I did, they took me on a ride on their own personal rollercoaster), I'm talking about the story that unfolded at the end of the movie. I was just sitting there absolutely taken by the mesmerising beauty of the cinematography when a small group walked in. They set down behind me and they were eating popcorn, chitt-chatting, laughing, making comments on the plot, just living it. These kinds of noises bother me most of the time, well this time I found it cute even. I didn't turn around.
The story is perfectly round, exquisite, I cried twice. First when the exact appropriate aria came along in the exact appropriate moment, when I thought that it can't go any higher emotionally and then just before leaving the movie theatre. Dazzled by this amazing, some two hours of length of magic a man called out to me. "Excuse me miss, can you take a photo of us?" "Sure", I said, than the lights went on and I saw this small gang of people, in their 50's and the gentleman said: "we're just like them, we're friends for almost 40 years now..". I hope the pictures turned out well, since I couldn't see clearly from the tears swelling up, but I do recall that I told them how beautiful they are.
Lately I ask myself a lot why is it exactly that I love art so much, maybe because it's a mirror to life.