Once

We were young and innocent, most of us not yet old enough to visit the Tav. We didn't have cars or access to computer labs, or money. We had no idea what to do with ourselves during our four hour breaks between lectures on the quiet Friday afternoons. So we sat, squashed onto an old, musty smelling couch in the common room, and we watched...

We watched all sorts of movies, ranging from Transformers to Juno, the Indiana Jones series to The 40 Year Old Virgin. But of all the movies, and all of the times we spent together on that couch, I will always remember the time we watched Once.

Once was one of Georgia's indie movies that none of us had ever heard of. And quite frankly, nothing happens in it. It's about some dude and some chick, who meet in Dublin and make some indie music together. That's pretty much it. There's literally a whole scene in which the chick takes her vacuum cleaner on a bus to a shop to get it repaired...

And as the movie ended, Alex made the comment which basically summed up the movie perfectly: "That movie did not have enough explosions in it"...

Despite Alex's cynicism, Once is a beautiful movie. Little does he know that I have hired it out and watched it on more than one occasion since our days of innocence. And it makes me so emotional every time, because the memories of sitting in that room with those people always come flooding back. Those were some of the best and happiest moments of my life, the kind I expect to see if my life ever flashes before my eyes.

To them, Once is the movie with not nearly enough explosions. To me, it is everything.