sinjinisengupta
That she is dying and has something from a month to a two to go, was spelt out to her in a professional, perhaps slightly compassionate and yet disengaged tone. The verdict had been handed out, clearly and unambiguously. She was further explained how she'd first lose her voice, then her sight, and then, decay, not quite slowly. And yet, as funny as it may sound, this is not but the only verdict she was handed out on the same day. As if she wasn't yet quite done with! And so, the next two follow: that, she has been "downsized" at her job, and unloved by her lover.Three verdicts - each unknowing and indifferent to the other two; each, brutal times more due to the other, and yet oblivious; each, each alone, having the power, proved over history, to easily crumble and perish a soul to dust but not before mercilessly tossing it aside into a nothingness safely and surely unknown to one who hasn't walked that road or died those deaths that she was about to, starting that day.So well, you tell me! What do you do when you're handed out such a destiny, and you know that they happen, for sure, and all you might do is to accept them and know, tell yourself, in capitals, bold and underlined, that – Very well, girl. This is it!Know what? Idea!You… accept.And thus starts a love affair between Melody - a once beautiful now pale, hoarse in the voice and weak at the knees, dying and yet not sure what it means, girl of perhaps twenty something - and that mystery called Life. An affair, as short as it might be, an affair, nonetheless. An affair that was - howsoever brief - final…Well, to begin, first. She let's go, as we had already said. You think, it really isn't perhaps as difficult as it sounds, right? However it seems simple, it does. It seems all too simple as she lets go everything. Not one by one, but at once. Everything. Everything! She gives up everything - from her house to her belongings, to the last piece of cloth that she wore. Just, save for her about half a dozen credit cards.And then, she acquires a new everything instead.Shifting into a plush moon-white palatial loft sprawling wide and long on a short-term rent, she glosses through the pages of magazines to pick up the fanciest products in everything - the special menus from restaurants for every meal to the most expensive beds and sofa-sets and chairs, from the majestic clothing lines to the most chosen lamp shades and curtains. She lives off her credit cards that she believes that she wouldn't never have to pay off.She gets everything she can get, she spends on everything she can spend on. She eats her best, she wears her best, she sleeps her best. The furniture-delivery Afro-American guy to the pizza-delivery teenager looking tomboy, she loves and sleeps and wakes to glory. Short-lived as it may be, she doesn't count her days or knows the date on the calendar or the time on her watch anymore.And, The Guitar!!On the very first nights that she had made herself this new way of life, she had been having a recurrent dream, a flashback into her own childhood that had been buried down in her recent life - one, of a guitar. A red electric guitar, a sight across the showcase of the shop Melody would often pass by as a child, that one thing that she fancied and even asked for from her parents but tey didn't have enough to give way to such expensive fancies.She now bought The Guitar too! Oh, and she takes a short beginner's course in playing the electric guitar, too.She has the money, albeit on her cards, but no time to live any later, and so she lives now. She lives her life behind the doors, never stepping out into the rest of the world. She eats, sleeps, smiles, makes love. And she plays the guitar. She lives - for she has nothing to lose, afterall!Read the whole review here - http://sinjinisengupta.blogspot.in/2015/12/the-guitar-fling-that- turns-into.html#more
dogankurban
Despite many of the comments written here, I think this movie is AGAINST consumerism. The director also shows that after buying so much things, limits of her credit cards become full and she can't buy anymore. Also, Roscoe asks her how she will pay for all that stuff when the date for payment comes, she says that she isn't planning to be here by then. I think that the director wants to show the importance of the guitar by first making her buy lots of other stuff. She gives up all of those stuff but she can't leave her pretty red guitar on any condition. Melody seems like she only wants the guitar, but first she buys other things to build the courage to buy the guitar. Especially, the acting is very good in this film, however, the ending is very expectable; I think the writer could have come up with something different. I have really high hopes from Amy Redford, maybe she can be as good as Clint Eastwood one day.
