La La Land

I hated La La Land at first sight—but, as generally happens in such cases, I grew to love it as I lay in bed that night thinking more and more about it.  What is it about it that makes it hard to forget it after watching it?  I can't pinpoint to one absolute answer.  I know it made me feel a heap of things and I was restless the whole night.  It made me believe in all the things I used to believe about dreams.  In fact, it made me believe in them again altogether.  Dreams are real and it takes a lot of fucking perseverance to achieve a lot of what we want in life.  Sometimes it even takes a little help from someone we love, too.

A push or a nudge to let go and make things happen is what most of us need.  This is what I need, I know that now for sure.  This is a valuable lesson—and, even though it sounds so cliched and juvenile, most of us forget it.  I forgot it!

There's so much more I can get into about this movie—the themes, the music, the beautiful story, the superb director and actors who obviously worked their asses off to get this done—but, I won't because it should be a crime to have to explain it to anyone when everyone should go out and watch it themselves.  You owe yourself this movie!

Imagine: there are still some who haven't given it a thought or chance.  How sad for them.