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Rating: 9/10 I wish I could say more about this movie but it's all about feeling, not thinking. It makes my heart yearn the Muses, the Gods, the nurture of human creativity and ingenuity, all in a bright, colorful, fun musical package. It's like a swan song of the indulgent 70's. Yet it leaves me feeling bittersweet by the end. Why? Because I ask: where is my Muse? Where is my Terpsichore? I'll be real with the (maybe) one single person who actually reads anything I write on the internet. My music is terrible. My poetry is choppy and inconsistent. My drawing is atrocious. And my RPGMaker games are stunted and hollow. What I wouldn't give for my own Olivia Newton-John to come down to Earth and just kiss me with inspiration! Where is she? I wrote a poem about some of these feelings, and this movie inspires me to share it yet again (it's on my poetry page too). I'll finish Xanadu's review with this: Who is she? She who sings a melody That wails a tale of sympathy She who will not let me be Driven to insanity She who cures by kind decree With demure femininity Who is she? She who lays her hands on me This boy of crumbling chastity She who sails a lonely sea Looking for my forlorn quay She who courts divinity Queen of lost love's homily Who is she? |
