The music is all around you
… all you have to do is listen. A quote suitable for the efforts of Paul Horn or John Cage; less so for a movie out of Hollywood. Nevertheless, miracles of writing do take place, both in dialogue and music, and our film for today fits the coat perfectly. Or is it the scale? This is a movie about the urban soundtrack.
Somehow, a late night chat around a campfire brought up a movie that none of the family had seen, so with the aid of modern technology, a copy arrived in time for our afternoon screening. August Rush is one of those rare movies that is better because of the story and the music, not the acting. Don’t get me wrong; Robin Williams, Keri Russell, Terrence Howard and Jonathan Rhys Meyers are all quite capable, but this movie is about the music.
In a world where soundtracks are designed to give us a hook or a hit, this movie doesn’t fit. For anyone who is musical, it will leave them in the cheering club, ready to show it to others. Strong praise for a strong movie. Or as a friend once said, it’s a keeper.
The house across the lawn is into major construction, and we’ve had to keep windows closed to attenuate the sound of cement trucks and guys busily setting and seating foundation forms. Something to do with a new kitchen for a chef, and a garage for the Jeeps that are washed more often than the dishes. As long as they get it done on time. I don’t want to see my street blocked with other people’s dirt for more days than absolutely necessary.
