2016. Oh yeah. The year Sing Street came out!
Ah. What is so special about fledgling romance? About people we over-mythologize? About music?
Well, it's all the same. That's one argument. The same lock and step, rhyme and reason, re-skinned for each subsequent starry-eyed generation to follow. The same foundation, cliche, and eventual subversion, imitation, reiteration/adoption. As a work, Sing Street makes itself no stranger to convention, to the day in day out of its vehicular reality-flippant genre. What it has is director John Carney's ligament. That it prevails with leaving you affected in some way lends substance to that flimsy anatomical sinew. A touching, cool, tongue-in-cheek (but not insufferably so) take on the young musician pursuing his dream in the face of love at first sight, half literally, upheld by a colorful ensemble and a shower of catchy, simple, 80s-style original music. Befitting, sure, that it's period; it's equal parts nostalgic and a self-assured re-skin of what's come before, even the the director's last and freshly superior doozy, Once.
But it might at least get a smirk out of that Mary.
Ah. What is so special about fledgling romance? About people we over-mythologize? About music?
Well, it's all the same. That's one argument. The same lock and step, rhyme and reason, re-skinned for each subsequent starry-eyed generation to follow. The same foundation, cliche, and eventual subversion, imitation, reiteration/adoption. As a work, Sing Street makes itself no stranger to convention, to the day in day out of its vehicular reality-flippant genre. What it has is director John Carney's ligament. That it prevails with leaving you affected in some way lends substance to that flimsy anatomical sinew. A touching, cool, tongue-in-cheek (but not insufferably so) take on the young musician pursuing his dream in the face of love at first sight, half literally, upheld by a colorful ensemble and a shower of catchy, simple, 80s-style original music. Befitting, sure, that it's period; it's equal parts nostalgic and a self-assured re-skin of what's come before, even the the director's last and freshly superior doozy, Once.
But it might at least get a smirk out of that Mary.
