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La La Land


          Have you ever watched a movie, so dear, it made you tear up every single time you watch that particular movie? I do, and La La Land is one of them, and a couple of others, of course, but the one that I want to talk about right now is La La Land.

          I was not the least interested in that movie at first, though. I was not into musical movie, even. La La land was the first one for me. So one day a friend of mine suddenly walked up to my door and invited me to watch it. It never crossed my mind that I will watch that movie by my own will and I thank God for what she did that day. She introduced me to one of the movie that I love, so very much. She introduced me to the love of my life. She introduced me to musical movies.

          That movie literally has everything that you ever wanted from a movie. Its story-plot, its cinematography, its choreography, its' casts, its' songs, everything is a masterpiece. They worked hard together and produced one brilliant, touching movie. Truthfully, I even watched that movie 5 times at the cinema. I brought everyone I could ever bring to share that wonderful film with them.

          The best part of that movie? Its music, its choreography and its story! Their music is so easy to listen, even the easiest to remember. They immediately stay in your head forever. I have lost count of how many times I’ve heard their song ever since the film came out! I danced with it, slept with it, did everything while re-playing their song all the time. And their choreography? Just the best choreography ever! With such detail and pretty moves, everything is in tune. Their idea of slow-motioning some scenes in that movie are also really great! Everything’s in their own pace, in their own place. The story is the one that astonish me the most, though. How could they give us the reverse reality of how it “might have been” but it didn’t. It just felt so, real. They gave you your reality right there, in the plain sight. No matter how badly you want things to be, sometimes it just doesn’t come true. Your reality is way different with how they actually turned out.

          La La Land talks about dream. About two people who have had their own dream, have met each other along the way, two people whom so in love with one another who has helped each other to achieve their dream, and somehow, didn’t end up together. They simply have to be together for some time to help each other grow. It’s about a beautiful heart-break, and a beautiful life.

          It reminds me of Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye’s spoken poetry “When Love Arrives.” They synchronously said “Maybe love stays, maybe love can’t, maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. And when love does leave, give love your widest smile and say: Thank you for stopping by and showing me what love is. Thank you for making my life the best that it could be, thank you for everything.”

  You can see their full poetry here: https://youtu.be/cPG6nJRJeWQ. Well, happy reading and happy watching! 




   (photo courtesy of google.com)

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