Tonight I proved to myself that my intuition is sometimes very off: with choice of three movies, my daughter Mel picked one which I hadn’t seen yet, but for which the sleeve design wasn’t particularly inspiring. This design below is slightly better for me, but still in hindsight it would have been hell to design anything accurately representing the depth and passion of August Rush:

One night of the deepest passion imaginable between two total strangers kicks off a cascade of various expressions of love, unfortunately not all as positive as the trigger event. I’m going to try to convey my unbridled appreciation for this movie without spoiling the storyline for you. But rest assured that after these one hundred and forteen minutes, you will see music as one of the driving forces of synchronicity, and the All.

I’m not sure how much Hollywood trickery it took, to turn this story into a believable reality. Frankly, I’d have had a hell of a time even trying to write it, let alone commiting it to in the way it was done. Keri Russell is completely believable as the Juilliard schooled cellist, right down to the classical beauty of her face:

She by accident meets Jonathan Rhys Myers, who is a of a decidedly different sort. He plays rock with his brothers, and fate brought them together for an event that would have both their names tattoed on the other’s heart. It wasn’t meant to last…. yet. 

Freddie Highmore is the youngest of the principal players, and I predict a great future for him. He is very persuasive as young Evan, who later adopts the stage name August Rush. No doubt part of the brilliance of his role was in the script writers that created his lines, but then again that is what movie making is, right? A tangled web of humans working to bring on a completely believable illusion.

The last character I’m gonna mention is good old Robin Williams, who plays one of his typical creations: the orphan master called Wizzard, who is very hellbent on getting rich by finding that one kid that will be his motherlode. At the same time he’s a product of his upbringing as much as any of us, and Williams brings out the abused child perfectly.

I must remind myself to watch some more movies that I discarded solely on their cover or even title. But sometimes you need to let others push you in a direction, which you would not otherwise think of chosing. 

Love that celluloid,

Dre’