Sundance, day two: Pro-love, anti-aging

On the enthusiastic recommendation of two different people, I saw “Once,” John Carney’s movie about a street busker in Dublin and the Czech Republic gal he falls for. The movie is a rarity: a realist musical. Boy and girl meet and start making impassioned music together and apart. The movie has whimsy. It has a lonely soul. And it has some very good songs. I wasn’t blown away (the nonchalance of the first-time acting is at odds with the emotional high the movie wants to send you home on) but I was definitely charmed.

Sometimes I’ll come here and wonder what I would do if I needed some last-minute Botox. What if I couldn’t find a reliable doctor? What if I suddenly, thought, “There has to be something better than Botox.” Walking down Main Street, after seeing “Once,” I found it. I can’t remember what’s it called, probably on purpose, but its shop windows rhetorically wonder about its superiority to Botox. The young blondes on the street handing out wool pink knit hats sang this product's praises but, when asked, declined to say whether they were users. I'm heading in for a consultation.