A rewatch, technically, but the first time we watched it together — which turns out to be a different film entirely.
The colors, the long takes, the way the city becomes a stage the moment anyone feels something too big to say out loud — it is pure joy right up until it is pure ache. Mia's audition song undoes me every single time. Here's to the ones who dream, foolish as they may seem.
“The epilogue is either the saddest happy ending or the happiest sad ending in movies, and we argued about which the whole walk home.”
For the record: I think it is the right ending, and I think that is exactly why it hurts. He disagrees. The argument is now a tradition, which might be the most romantic thing about it.
we hummed the theme for three days