Lost Stars
From the moment I asked for a ticket for one person, I thought there was something absolutely non quotidian in this experience.
I've been listening endlessly to Tell Me If You Wanna Go Home, one of the songs in the movie, and being a fan of Keira, I was dying to see the actual film, even if I didn't have anybody to see it with me.
When I entered the cinema - not surprisingly sparsely populated at a 5 pm screening - there were readily two or three couples in there, and a rather talkative group of three friends. Finally feeling slightly self-conscious in coming alone, I seated myself at the back, a few seats apart from anyone, while the trailers continued. A chubby Western grandpa hurriedly took his seat in the front rows, and another Filipino grandpa took his a few seats near mine before the film started with the chords of A Step You Can't Take Back strummed by Gretta. Easily, I found myself smiling.
The film was exactly what I expected and much more. The music was charming and the story was very hopeful, it was perfect for my first film on my own. It was enchanting and soulful but one that you need not wrap your head around. You went and took everything in, and it inspired you to search for your own song, your own light. And so I did. I pulled both of my legs up and propped myself like I would on a couch, and laughed out loud, cried, and silently pondered over the beautiful montage of New York scenery and the introspective metaphors and lyrics.