Once...

...upon a time there was a boy who sang in the streets of Dublin. One day he met a girl who was selling flowers and they started to sing together.

I am still wondering why this film has had such a success. I can’t give any answer…

What is it called art?... Those films, poems, books, songs, pictures, phrases, monuments, photographs, buildings,… we don’t get tired of, no matter how many times we watch or listen to them.

Once is art. Even if it’s simple, modest, unpretentious. Mainly because it is simple, modest, unpretentious. Once is just the result of John Carney and Glen Hansard’s friendship.

This song won the Oscar Academy Award in 2008:

Falling Slowly

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along