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A star is born (twice)


Like any self-respecting romantic, I was crying at the end of the movie.

Some parts felt like they had stretched the strings just to pluck them - shamelessly dramatic. But other parts were perfection. Like when they talk in the parking lot. Or when he tells his brother, it was you I idolized and the brother overwhelmed at hearing the one thing he wanted to and reverses with such emotion it washes over you.

Lady Gaga was a revelation, though a bit too smiley at times.

If there is any justice in this world, Bradley Cooper must win an Oscar for directing the movie.

And I can't believe he's actually singing. How is that fair? I mean, he won the genetic lottery, he can act, able to direct and then to also be blessed with a beautiful voice. Raw but smooth like whiskey and salted macadamia nuts.

What was interesting is two of us loved it and the other two friends rolled their eyes at how long it took to unravel. It's all about perception, even art, especially art. I wanted to yell, who cares if it took a hundred years??? Did it move you???

It's been a while since I'd been to the movies.

Too long in fact.

And it was great.

I saw two stars being born and exploding into super novas.