John Carney basically spends his entire career remaking the exact same movie, but I cannot bring myself to be mad at him for it. Once was the raw, lo-fi version. Begin Again was the bloated Hollywood version with Keira Knightley and Adam Levine trying way too hard. Then in 2016 he hit the exact sweet spot with Sing Street, a film that takes the dreary, soul-crushing grey of 1985 Dublin and injects it with a lethal dose of cheap hair gel and synth-pop. It is a movie about being fifteen, broke, and so stupidly desperate to impress a cool girl that you accidentally form a surprisingly decent new wave band. The setup is aggressively familiar if you grew up in a house where money was a taboo subject people screamed about behind closed doors. Conor, played by Ferdia Walsh-Peelo in a performance that hits the exact right notes of teenage awkwardness, is watching his parents' marriage fall apart in real time. The Irish economy in the mid-eighties is in the toilet, so to save cash, his pare...
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