August Rush

Besides dinner once or twice and an all-nighter at a club by Moulin Rouge, I haven't really done anything all month long- and I'm not exaggerating. Starting with the week of vacation for Toussaint and followed up by three weeks of student strikes, I really haven't had class. I went to a concert (which you know already if you read about Rufus), I had dinner with some friends for two different birthdays and I went to a club last weekend. Other than that, nada, zip, zilch, zero.

But there is one good thing that has come out of that. I've spent way too much time watching tv and movies on the internet (that's not the good thing), but today I finally watched something truly magical. Yes, Enchanted was fantastic, romantic and adorable, but being a fairy tale, I expected magic from the beginning. In August Rush, however, I didn't really know what I was expecting; but what I got was truly magic. At the end, it felt as though I should be crying, but it was just too happy and wonderful for tears to come. (If I were Christina, though, I'm sure I would have been balling.) Freddie Highmore is really just getting better with age; Kerri Russell, too. And who wouldn't wish they could fall in love with Jonathan Rhys Meyers on a roof-top above Washington Square Park? See this movie- I implore you! It's the kind of movie that makes a person happy to be alive.