A lovely movie, Sing Street. On Netflix. Set in Dublin, on Synge Street, not the poshest part of town. And that school reminds me of the stories a friend told me when she was doing her teaching practise there (if I remember correctly) - she had just finished art college and was doing her H Dip. And that wasn't the easiest of schools to start your teaching career. She said to me once that she knew she had "lost" her class the moment she stamped her foot to get the boys' attention. She failed that year. She is now a wonderful teacher.
I digress, as usual.
Great little story - young teenager moves to rough school because his parents can't afford the posh school anymore. Christian Brothers are sadists. There are bullies. Nobody cares. But music is his salvation. He sets up a band, just because he likes a girl and wants to impress her. But he really doesn't know what kind of music he wants to play. Still, with a few other misfits, and despite everything, he gets the band off the ground. Will they sound like Duran Duran, The Cure, or Joe Jackson? Well, yes, you've guessed it, the movie is set in the early eighties. Which adds to its delight if you're from the same generation as me!
Oh, and the main actor is the nephew of an acquaintance's husband. But this is Ireland after all.
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