QUOTE(Tony @ Feb 13 2008, 01:12 PM) [snapback]577634[/snapback]
Since I quote this guy all the time...
"The music sucked. It looked like it was shot with sub-consumer grade video so everything looked sick, pasty and underexposed. It clearly wanted to be a filmic "short story" but counted on a sympathetic audience to fill in the sketchy outlines masquerading as characters. It evokes the whole New Europe problem with respect to underclassed Eastern European immigrants, but is too committed to its sappy emo-core worldview to really think about it. Oh, and the music sucked. What a pointless little nothing of a film. I would really have loved to have seen anything resembling what
Atkinson saw, but I just saw lack, thoroughly confident that its overweening sincerity would ultimately win the day. I guess maybe I just have no soul."
Atkinson (whoever he is) agrees with the author (whoever he is) more so than at first glance. And I agree wholeheartedly with Atkinson here:
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Actually, I suspect that I might not have cottoned to Hansard and Irglova’s songs at all had I heard them independently, sans the film’s context and the stars’ terribly likable, endearingly sad on-screen personas.
I heard the title track mucho times on WXRT, and merely thought it as just another David Gray/Damien Rice mopefest ripping off Smokey Robinson. Onscreen, it touched me, for whatever the reason.