Isn’t there some kind of rule of thumb about how one gets over such a loss? Denial is the first stage IIRC. I forget what’s next, but all the stages end with acceptance.
It’s the death of your old life, so you have to grieve. Grief takes time.
But did you like it? Would you watch it again? Does it cry out in its silence to watched and experienced again and again like a evolving understanding of something or a well choreographed fight scene you just can't get enough of?
The title alone attracts me for its ambiguity and contrast with what the film is about.
There was a lot to like about this movie (individual performances, sound design) but the series of events seems so implausible to me? The only solution is to be in a group home under lock and key? Why does this jerkass audiologist have this job he is extremely bad at? Other things I'm not saying because of spoilers? Also, a deaf person could absolutely continue to be a heavy metal drummer? I am not as deaf as Reuben, but could be on my way there and thought there might be something relatable in this movie and was kind of disappointed.
Not sure the solution was so implausible -- for example, these are broke road musicians, and whatever "Hector" arranged for Ruben is probably just what there was available. And the audiologist was whoever was available same day from a drug store referral. But good luck with your hearing! I stopped playing years ago and I still can't hear too good in groups.
I definitely realized he was in a bad position as a person who has also had medical conditions with no insurance here in the Home of the Brave. I've just talked to a number of audiologists and they are, as a general rule, much much more like human beings than a lot of doctors I've talked to. As to my own hearing I didn't even earn it through doing something cool like being in a band. Just bad stupid luck.
Interesting - I'll have to see this one. I'm suffering my own hearing loss as I age - too much loud rock and roll music for one and then there's the occasions of gun shots going off near my head which I don't want to get into but that shit will ruin your hearing.
I used to enjoy music a lot more than I do now but with my hearing going it's just not the same. And then there's the tinnitus.
Take care of your hearing kids, when you're a grandpa you'll be glad you did.
'...it is really something remarkable and touching to see him hurt, however well long practice has taught him to handle it.' Sort of like a Democratic party follower?
Isn’t there some kind of rule of thumb about how one gets over such a loss? Denial is the first stage IIRC. I forget what’s next, but all the stages end with acceptance.
It’s the death of your old life, so you have to grieve. Grief takes time.
You could track those Kübler-Ross stages in the movie, it occurs to me. But I didn't think about it at the time.
But did you like it? Would you watch it again? Does it cry out in its silence to watched and experienced again and again like a evolving understanding of something or a well choreographed fight scene you just can't get enough of?
The title alone attracts me for its ambiguity and contrast with what the film is about.
I don't know. I keep dipping into it. I'm not crazy about even good fight scenes, though.
There was a lot to like about this movie (individual performances, sound design) but the series of events seems so implausible to me? The only solution is to be in a group home under lock and key? Why does this jerkass audiologist have this job he is extremely bad at? Other things I'm not saying because of spoilers? Also, a deaf person could absolutely continue to be a heavy metal drummer? I am not as deaf as Reuben, but could be on my way there and thought there might be something relatable in this movie and was kind of disappointed.
Not sure the solution was so implausible -- for example, these are broke road musicians, and whatever "Hector" arranged for Ruben is probably just what there was available. And the audiologist was whoever was available same day from a drug store referral. But good luck with your hearing! I stopped playing years ago and I still can't hear too good in groups.
I definitely realized he was in a bad position as a person who has also had medical conditions with no insurance here in the Home of the Brave. I've just talked to a number of audiologists and they are, as a general rule, much much more like human beings than a lot of doctors I've talked to. As to my own hearing I didn't even earn it through doing something cool like being in a band. Just bad stupid luck.
'What do they call the audiologist who graduated last in his class?'
Interesting - I'll have to see this one. I'm suffering my own hearing loss as I age - too much loud rock and roll music for one and then there's the occasions of gun shots going off near my head which I don't want to get into but that shit will ruin your hearing.
I used to enjoy music a lot more than I do now but with my hearing going it's just not the same. And then there's the tinnitus.
Take care of your hearing kids, when you're a grandpa you'll be glad you did.
'...it is really something remarkable and touching to see him hurt, however well long practice has taught him to handle it.' Sort of like a Democratic party follower?
And, a line for the ages Roy.