Social media has such a huge negative impact on young people who focus on successful "artists" and their financial achievements.
They recognise the little skills required and believe that they too will reach similar accomplishment.
They ignore the thousands of failures, the shortness of viral success, and the subsequent crashes of those who cannot deal with the loss of success. The blind who once could see, The bell tolls for thee.
I agree it is better to have a single passion than none at all, it is preferable to be a creator/performer rather than a follower/consumer. But an overwhelming majority fails to make a life from it, and why should they, when they lack originality and technical skills.
The female guitar singer is a below-average guitarist, and her singing, including voice, lyrical content and melodies, is pretty unappealing. I hoped she'd realise that she needed more power, variety, and creativity to stand out amid the multitudes of copycats of The Voice!. Participating in such an event is never mentioned, and right so, she did not have the talent.
Tonio K. And Loudon Wainwright III created their unique style since replicating Bob Dylan or Paul Simon would not have been innovative at my time.
When she meets a biker who is similarly unable to achieve his artistic dreams, their partnership fosters creativity but ultimately leads to even deeper disillusionment.
I know a lot of young dreamers who have one single passion, very little talent, and, most importantly, little willingness to further their specialization. Some believe that their talent is sufficient, though it is only a starting point. They consider themselves victim of their passion to avoid facing real-life challenges, such as passing through the educational system and enduring 40 years of 8-hour work under authorities to pay the rent, and raise kids. The selfishness of the characters is stunning.
I disagree with her mother's statement that a single passion is a blessing; rather, it is a curse or a prison. Except for the victimization, the movie is not investigating the refusal to grow up.
I took a job without ever abandoning any of my numerous passions, including the guitar. My youth was in the 1970s, of groups like Lynyrd Skynyrd or Rush, and when I saw their talent, it never crossed my mind to feel like a victim to not make it to a professional level.
Also, as Dandelion, I did not like to perform in front of the ignoring crowd, unable to recognize and respect hard to play track requiring true skills, alike many of Eric Johnson's tracks. What a master of the instrument..
In the beginning, her mother criticises her for ending as a 40-year-old retired troubadour. At the end, she clarifies that it was not meant in a negative sense and supports her. Then, after all of her breakdowns, Dandelion suddenly shows up with a complete band in a nightclub, to a lot of applause, shredding her guitar (not very well) in a completely different style, with more determination but still no originality.
This may be asking too much of those who created the music, but the transition from a monotonous solitary acoustic songwriter describing her heartaches to an enraged shouting electric guitar virtuoso is completely undeveloped.
Folks cannot survive without an income without parasitizing their parents, something the film not only ignores, but suggests the contrary, implying she had to sell her guitar to take care of her mother. I was in the same situation and choose early a mentally exhausting and depressing job to relieve my weak mother from being a burden.
For a passionate acoustic guitar player like me, this movie feels so offbeat in every way.
