Wish I could see it again for the first time!

Rating: 10/10 (4 January 2018)

No other movie I've seen, expect for The Passion of the Christ and perhaps August Rush, quickened such deep emotions and inspired such hope inside of me. ("Hope in what?" you might ask. After all, what point is there in hope if there is no object of that hope? My hope is grounded in the One who dreamed me as one of His million dreams. But, that angle on this film will have to wait for another time.) From the compelling story and sub-stories, to the fantastic soundtrack, this movie thoroughly captivated me. (Move over Rocky IV. I now have a new favorite movie soundtrack!) For a man who insists that men be masculine, this movie moved me to tears of regret and hope. Dreams are fragile and must be held gently lest we break them. I have come to realize that it is thoroughly masculine to be vulnerable in strength at times, to dream big dreams, expend great effort, yet be gentle enough to protect those dreams from myself when, in discontent, I reach for more. The Greatest Showman is a movie that I already wish I could see again for the first time.