[mov] Turn Left Turn Right (2003)

Genre : romance
Rating : 4/5
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“Life is full of coincidences, even two parallel lines might some day meet.
Life is full of surprises. The kite you’re flying might suddenly sail away…”

Just finished watching Turn Left Turn Right movie. So funny and cute. *(^_^)*

Turn Left Turn Right (2003)

Turn Left Turn Right (2003)

The movie tells Eve (Gigi Leung/784533), a professional translator who loves to read Wislawa Szymborska’s poem, while John (Takeshi Kaneshiro/763092), a violinist whose music didn’t get much audience in a city like Taipei.

They lived at a same apartment, separated by just one thin wall, but they never knew that. Even in the end of that movie, they never called each other with a real name. Just Number!

But can destiny lead them into a meeting, and a romance maybe?

This movie makes the cut to our list of “5 Movies That Push Too Much Luck” (click here)

This is the “Love at First Sight” which written by Wislawa Szymborska, a Poland female poet

Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Because they didn’t know each other earlier, they suppose that
nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, stairways and corridors
where they could have passed each other long ago?

I’d like to ask them
whether they remember– perhaps in a revolving door
ever being face to face?
an “excuse me” in a crowd
or a voice “wrong number” in the receiver.

But I know their answer:
no, they don’t remember.
They’d be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
chance had been playing with them.

Not yet wholly ready
to transform into fate for them
it approached them, then backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side.

There were signs, signals:
but what of it if they were illegible.
Perhaps three years ago,
or last Tuesday
did a certain leaflet fly
from shoulder to shoulder?
There was something lost and picked up.
Who knows but what it was a ball
in the bushes of childhood.

There were doorknobs and bells
on which earlier touch piled on touch.
Bags beside each other in the luggage room.
Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,
suddenly erased after waking.

Every beginning
is but a continuation,
and the book of events
is never more than half open.

-translated by Walter Whipple

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