Netflix Reviews: Once (2007)

Get ready to lose your shit, y’all.

Once is so great. Goddamn.

A street musician and an immigrant flower vendor meet, make beautiful music together, and part ways. That’s kind of it. It’s charming, with perfectly awkward and realistic dialogue, and as far as musicals go, the indie-folk score fits perfectly. Mama will make this her next iTunes purchase. Like The Weepies, or Joshua Radin, or Regina Spector? You’ll dig on this.

With all this going for it, it wouldn’t make it past charming, except…

We’ve all had one. That person you were (are?) desperately in love with, who is, in turn, desperately in love with you. But it’s the wrong time or place in your life, or you’re both taken, or now it’s too late, or you live a million miles away, or…something. And you both know it. This is what bittersweet means, and I’ve not seen a movie that conveys this feeling better.

What I am saying is that during the closing credits you’ll be thinking about them, whoever they are, and you’ll cry.

Seriously.

You won’t think you will, and then the last 5 minutes happens.

So prepare and enjoy. It’s absolutely adorable.