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I had another one of those unforgettable experiences in a movie theater. When the story teller can reach deep into my soul and squeeze out hope, cheer, anticipation, delight and joy I am very impressed. The movie August Rush did that to me.

A baby is given away by a confused grandfather too fixated on his own desires vicariously lived through his daughter. She was made to believe that the baby had died. For eleven years she mourned, giving up so much of her life, dreams and loves.

The son of two unusually gifted musicians, little Evan blossomed with his own amazing musical talent. For him the music wasn’t his creation but life itself. To compose or perform was a chance to let it out. Yet, intricately he believed that this music would be a way to call out to his parents, a way to find each other.

His mother a gifted cellist lost her heart for music, while mourning the loss of her newborn son. After years of cajoling and coaxing, something made her believe that she was supposed to play again. And play she did.

Can you imagine someone giving up when she had the talent to solo with a world-class orchestra? Then, after years of idleness picks up her virtuoso talent to again be featured in Central Park? You need to see this movie.

Evan’s father also regained a vision for his music. Through a number of coincidental moments, he ended up giving great advice, shared experience and personal resolve to his son. Neither even knew that they were related. Does this make sense? You need to watch this movie.

Did you ever see a child prodigy and want to find out what makes him tick? Can you imagine a youngster teaching himself music, musical instruments and composition? You have to go and see this movie.

Mix the music and get ready to cheer on a mom who is not only beautiful and talented but tenacious. Her maternal instincts kick into hyper-drive once she learns that her son is not dead but very much alive. Her heroic search is relentless, loving, devoted, faithful and doggedly determined to find her son.

Lila won my heart. Her son Evan charmed my loyalty. Wizard delighted me, disappointed me, then earned my pity. It was a movie that gave me a chance to write my own ending. That was the easiest and most delightful part of the film. As the credits scrolled in silence, I wanted to whisper to all who were in the theater with me, “Do you hear it?”

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