So, last week my wife and I celebrated eleven years of marriage. For our anniversary, we went to see a local production of the latest Broadway smash (I say latest, but, like, it’s been out for a while now), ‘Once’. Now, my wife had never seen the film, which I laud as one of the greatest musicals of our generation, and so she was walking into this show completely blind. All the banners were proclaiming this the most romantic stage experience and so my wife was expecting something that I, having seen the film, was not. My memories of the conclusion to ‘Once’, while never derailing my affection for the finished product, have haunted me. Most recently, due to Sati’s elaborate posts on ‘Begin Again’ and her vocal disgust over the climax, I have been thinking more and more heavily about the conclusion to ‘Once’, and having the stage experience fresh in my mind, I have come around to a different understanding of these events and these conclusions.
It’s all about the eyes with which you see things.
You see, while watching ‘Begin Again’ recently (and for the first time), I was never heartbroken over the ending. In fact, I was smothered with this feeling of happiness. It felt right. It felt pure. Despite my memories of a depressing conclusion to ‘Once’, I found that my feeling upon leaving the theatre the other night was that same blossoming happiness.
And then it hit me.