ONCE

Once, there was a musical which was even better than “everybody says I love you”, even for a Woody Allen fanatic such as myself.

Once there was a movie that you would rush to HMV to by its soundtrack, the morning after, even if it was Saturday.

Once there was a romance, so real, so believable that you would miss being in love.

Once there was a story, so tremendously simple yet not at all oversimplified.

Once, the glamour was in their eyes, in their laughter and in their voices, not in what they wore or where they lived.

Once, the girl shouldn’t have to be gorgeous to be adorable, and the cuteness of the guy was not in his posh British accent.

Once, one could really enjoy a fabulous romance without being bothered by cheesy jokes and stupid, predictable accidents

Once,

Please, go watch this movie on the screen, buy the soundtrack and let the movie industry realizes that at the time where the Grind House is supposed to be the Art house, sexual exploitation is deemed to be cool, watching torture is called entertainment and where a bunch of computer generated images glued together, do not need a story line at all whatsoever to become a financially successful film, there are still a few people out there who can appreciate a good film and will pay to see it. Let them know that unlike what they think, we’re not AT THE WORLD’S END! Not yet!