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On Chesil Beach

A love story worth 45 years told in 100 minutes.  On some gravelly, scenic and quiet beach in England.  It is a comedy drama set to a of bunch of Mozart, Beethoven and some other classical masters I cannot recognize.  It is a directorial debut for Dominic Cooke.

Leading actor Saoirse Ronan, who I last saw in a film called Ladybird plays her part as Florence Ponting, the female interest of a student, an unknown British actor, who has just received his diploma in History and earned high honors. 

He lives with his two young twin sisters and parents in a dowdy cottage in some rural part of England.  The story is something of a love at first sight event with its magic and mystery.  It is about life.  Its myriad turns some unexpectedly brilliant and some utterly devastating.  It is about innocence and honesty. 

It begins when Florence first lays eyes on Edward where the latter is rushing to express his joy at earning a first class in History at school.  His mother has dementia and young sisters too immature to appreciate the gravity of the result and with the father (a headmaster in school) unavailable Edward randomly travels to find another adult who might simply appreciate the moment with him.

They meet in a hall in Oxford.  She finds his irreverence at barging into a group fighting against capitalist ideals and talk about his History Exam quite charming and decides to hang out with him.  She comes from a upper class family that owns a business.  It is the cause for the social friction and the humor that results from it.  The honeymoon and the subsequent attempt at first sex for the couple after marriage end up in a awkward evening and ultimately unravel their promise to be man and wife.

They meet again in the 21st century with their first encounter having been from way back in 1962.  This time she is part of the farewell performance of her quintet at a prominent music hall where she once worked.  Edward attends her performance, sitting in a chair in the third row from the front that he has promised to be in when she does.

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