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Leap Year

Sunday, January 17th, 11.38pm.

          I’m getting goosebumps, literally. And I’m pretty sure it was not because of the rain.

       Amy Adam’s “Leap Year” left me hanging because of how good it is. A 2010’s movie where she co-starred with Matthew Goode. I was sceptic at first, of course, lots of critics talked about how cliché it was, with an uncanny script as to say that nothing’s special about this movie but they are dead. wrong. “Before Sunrise” had been my favorite movie of all times but now it did not anymore. Not after I’ve been watching “Leap Year”. It is now my most favorite movie of all times. Above all else. I’m glad I did not listen to any of those critics.

         So, “Leap Year” talked about an Irish tell-tale that once every 4 year, at 29th of February, a woman is able to propose to their man AND the man must accept the proposal, so our heroine did just that, she’s about to propose to her 4 years of a boyfriend, Jeremy. And let me tell you about this before I got any further : If there is someone so uptight with her life, with her day to day or even her hour is scheduled there you have Anna, and she certainly isn’t someone who’s up for any adventure at all. And that’s what this movie is all about, it’s about Anna’s adventure.

          She had to be in Dublin on February 29th to propose to her boyfriend, you see. So by any means possible she worked real hard to get there on time. Unfortunately, storm hit her flight so she had to get on a boat only to find herself deserted on a small seaside village of Dingle, three days far from where she needed to be.

          She then enter a bar, Caragh’s Bar, where Declan works. A bar that also happened to be a hotel. Well, frankly speaking, she destroyed the bar (and the hotel). She then search for a taxi to get her to Dublin and what do you know? Declan’s the taxi driver. I think the way that bar is an all-you-need-is-in-one-place is the one that makes it cliché, just too much of a coincidence.

          But beyond that is nothing but cliché, it was pure a very interesting journey. Herd of cows obstructing their way, his car went down to a lake, and somehow-both of them decided to walk to Dublin. They hiked a castle that resulted in them being left by their train then decided to settle into the night in an inn where they have to pretend as a husband and wife. And in doing so, they were kind of “forced” to kiss each other just because the others are. That’s when they started to have feelings for each other, I suppose. That being with each other just felt right, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Oh, and they also attend a wedding along the way.

          There is this saying in that wedding that I like so much though : “May you never steal, lie or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. If you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life. If you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn’t live a day without you.” I am utterly speechless at how beautiful that wedding vow is (P.S : this is the second time I’ve talked about wedding vow, refer to the first one at “The Marriage of Equals”)

            This film is not about instant attraction because they didn’t even get along in the first place. It’s about “There will be time, when love come knocking at your door, then you’ll know he’d been here all along.”

          Long story short, Anna did arrived at Dublin on February 29th, got engaged with Jeremy (he proposed), only to find out that he only proposed to her just to get the apartment, with the “why not engaged to her if I can get both” attitude. She knows she deserves better and her heart has been laid somewhere else so she broke it off with Jeremy and come back to Dingle to propose to Declan. Then they live a happily ever after.

          What a story, right? It was indeed cheesy but a beautiful one. Give it a try and it surely will leave you perplexed just as it did to me. Happy watching, dear readers! And tell me about your thoughts in the comment section’s after, will ya? J

P.P.S : That Irish accent is killing me!! xD     



         (photo courtesy of google,com)

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