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Before Sunrise/ Before Sunset

Bottom line - If you haven't seen them, then get a DVD/ Download it and do watch it (unless you hate each and every so called "romantic" kind of movie) - not much taxing - total run of 3 hours(for 2 movies combined, seen back to back)
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What if you are guy travelling across and exploring Europe (wishful thinking!) and strike a conversation with some young chick in the train (wishful thinking again!), decide to spend few hours together at some place, say Vienna ... and that day turns out to be the most memorable day in your life?

Well, this is precisely the story of Jesse and Celine in the movie "Before Sunrise" and their meeting ten years later forms the premise of "Before Sunset".

(Today I saw them for the 3rd time)

Interesting concept, I would say but that is just surface of the movie. The real soul lies in the light hearted kind of discussion they have. That forms the heart and soul of these movies. Well, the discussion isn't specifically about anything. It is about random assorted stuff but still, they are likely to make you think and take notice.

Also interesting is the way their perspective about life changes in all these years and yet the core of it remains same across the years - forms an interesting comparison and also reflect a bit on how our own thoughts have undergone a (gradual?) change in last ten years or so ... and maybe will change a lot still in following ten years.

And about the so called argument over which one is better - I would vote for "Before Sunset" - the reason being much more depth in the kinds of discussion they have.

I would love to see another sequel - maybe when Jesse and Celine are in 50s and again get into a long conversation philosophize about life, universe and everything. Among everything, I am sure that the movie will have some amazing conversations!

Comments

  1. Have seen both of them...Loved Before Sunrise more- one because of the new concept of those conversations and also, because I was hopeful for a happy ending :)

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  2. I think conversations in Before Sunset were better

    ... but the argument continues!

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