Time for Tar, which I watched on Peacock.
- "You don't call women astronauts 'astronettes'."
- Interestng that student Max can't direct to Bach because he doesn't see eye-to-eye with his lifestyle. I don't know why any musician would let that cloud their judgement.
- Not cool, Tar. Asking principal cellist in front of the entire orchestra if she would mind auditioning for the solo? That should have been done in private. I know it's because she had no intent to have anyone play it other than the new girl. That was just horrible.
- Who was wearing those big boots? And who was screaming? I guess she was paranoid because of Krista's obsession?
- I mean, why did she take the girl with her to NYC, knowing about the stuff they're staying about her and younger people?
- Oh, she had two places! I was so confused.
- I laughed a lot at her reaction to the neighbor wanting to schedule apartment showing without all of her "noise".
- I don't understand. How did he get her score? And what the heck?!?
- "Music is movement." I liked what that guy was saying. I hope I can find thata video so I can listen to the whole thing.
- They're speaking tagalog! They're in the Philippines! That's a jeepney! Why is she there?! (Yes, I was saying all of these things out loud, so it's good I wasn't in a theater.)
- "Is there something wrong with the water?" "No, there are crocodiles." <Takes hand out of water> "Oh."
- Whoa. Filipino massages are...different. Why did it make her throw up in the street? Did it remind her of the crap back home?
- Oh, she's conducting her music from the film score, like when we watch at Hollywood Bowl. I get it.
- The movie's done?
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