Boy meets girl. Or, in this case, Guy meets Girl. Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová are never named throughout the film, but it doesn’t matter. Names are not the point. The attraction between two potential lovers tells a story most of us have lived and know in and out, front to back.
There weren’t many bells and whistles in this film, but all was forgiven with guitars and piano. The soundtrack is fantastic. Songs are filled with pain, passion, and all in between. I lost count of how many times my arms were covered in goosebumps. Glen Hansard’s voice provokes the heart. Much like the film, its as whimsical as a dream bound with the reality of being awoken.
Some films are just cute. They engage the viewer and leave them with a smile, a deep breath, or a heavy sigh. Good stuff