Director: Rob Marshall

Cast: Daniel Day-Louis, Penelope Cruz, Sophia Loren, Nicole Kidman, Marion Cotilard, Judi Dench, Fergie, Kate Hudson

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“You kill your film several times, mostly by talking about it. A film is a dream. You kill it writing it down, you kill it with a camera; the film might come to life for a moment or two when your actors breathe life back into it, but then it dies again, buried in film cans. Mysteriously, sometimes, in the editing room, a miracle happens when you place one image next to another so that when, finally, an audience sits in the dark, if you’re lucky, very lucky, and sometimes I’ve been lucky – the dream flickers back to life again. That’s why I’m secretive.”… Said once the wise Guido Contini

With great owe, I truly believe I am in no place to throw a dispute to such quote; so I will leave the sweet reverie to be your getaway to explore.

No Judgments, no interpretation, and no digging deep into what was experienced as it is too good to be explained by words or limited to one single review… However, tributes here should be paid to all those who helped in the birth of a masterpiece that unlocks the boundaries that define a motion picture and all its constraining traits from focusing on a plot, to following sequential events, or sticking to a single genre…

When combining a remarkable director and his elite cast to a timeless play about a legendary filmmaker where all these identities dissolve in a blend of sagacious outlooks… we just silently watch naked from what we humans have grown fond with… Preconception.

Don’t expect an epic… or some pricy melodic drama… expect to dissolve in elevated connotations of our very spiritual existence! whatever defines our emotionality  or sculpt our perception through a state of midlife crisis lived by The Maestro who finds peace and agony in all the affectionate figures that have surrounded him from a loving mother, to a loyal wife, an inspirational muse, a naughty mistress, an aspirant actress, a rational accomplice, and a childhood prostitute… an undeniably rich plate of assorted emotions feeding into our dear figure’s wisdom and lunacy.

These escapes defies all standard displays of human relations and reshape the effect of one’s timeline in sculpting the soul that can get lost and found again when totally withdrawn from the norms we again, humans, have defined.

Beautiful dialogues, lovely impersonations of the characters, broken up by amusing at one point and intense at another musical numbers proving nothing but one thing; A salutation to a team of dream-makers…

I still do hold my apology to an actor who when at the top of his dramatic excellence … knew how to be simple… and my respect to the ladies who when they had it all… knew there is still as much that is yet to be explored… and my appreciation to a director who when he got so good in making classic musicals… knew how not to make one.

But… who I am to unsay what Guido Contini once said… a dream has decided to come to life… a dream that Contini would have loved to see for himself!

I, therefore, choose to be secretive as well and delightfully reminisce on that great watch!

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