The Classic was just beautiful.
Timeless and Universal.
The beautiful scenery of the Korean countryside along with the nostalgic and poignant mood brought the film into very classical and portrays kinds of emotional appeals.
A beautiful journey from the past; about first love memorable moments, friendship, sacrifices, and fate.
The modern tale which brings the story together.
The fair share of laughter and tears.
The character chemistry and acting execution are terrific.
The plot is simple, but it connects itself to your memory.
A movie that should be watched, it will bawl your eyes out at the end.
“With a thump, my heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground. It was my first love.”
Young love, sweet love.
A little thing called love is one of my Thai favorite films. I have been watching this for how many times. This movie has an excellent combination of comedy and romance. It will give you a warm feeling, well, I have laughed and cried over and over.
The movie’s plot was very simple, but it can bring back of your erstwhile romance and fantasy to someone you really liked, or the memories of your sweet first love and how good it was to have such feelings.
It’s just tugged my heartstrings.
Sorry, but this drama didn’t hit my heart. It never brought a huge twist, never a single jaw-dropping surprises and no mind-boggling story-line. Most of the episodes reveals all that we saw coming. I think, it will become far better if they should have ended it until episode 16 because after that everything was dragging.
However, the acting was great and the characters are well played.
Is there such a thing as nice guy? Let me meet him 🙂
My verdict is: 7/10
A love classic retro drama about fate and first love. A kind of love story that carried both realism and improbability. A couple who have loved and lost each other twice in their past, and meet again in the third time (present time) with a lot of uncertainties to deal with.
I have enjoyed the episode from 1 to 11, the sincerity and romance are just overwhelming. It wraps up all the mysteries behind Eun dong disappearance. However, after that, I lost the excitement and I skipped the rest of the episodes and just watch the finale.
The finale is quite fine, but it didn’t live up to my expectations.
“Top actor Ji Eun Ho hires ghostwriter Seo Jung Eun to write his autobiography in 2015. Eun Ho is tense, irritable and difficult to work with, but Jung Eun finds her assignment fascinating because Eun Ho claims he began acting not because he wanted to become a star but because he thought being in the limelight would help him find his first love, Ji Eun Dong. Eun Ho and Eun Dong’s complicated romantic history has spanned two decades, and he’s convinced that he can never love anyone else. As Jung Eun helps him remember Eun Dong and why he lost her, Eun Ho (whose birth name is Park Hyun Soo) looks back on his memories of her, from when they met in 1995 when he was seventeen.”
My verdict is 8/10.
I always remember my grandmother story. When I was young, my father always asked me to visit her during school vacation. As an authoritarian she was, I constantly hesitated, but had always to follow him.
My grandparents live in a countryside which I really don’t like before. Someone like me from the city trapped with the oldies and conservative people, someone like me used to play outside ensnared with my grandparents’ rule of praying, cleaning and gardening. I was a faithful granddaughter, then so I always pretended to enjoy my summer vacations.
One day, a massive storm hit the southern area of Surigao in Philippines, all the small houses made in bamboo was slowly going astray in the air, except for my grandparents house that made of rock was sturdily stay in place. At that time, there was no electricity and had only a little supply of food. For 3 days, it was a scary moment in my life. I thought the house will shatter and the whirlwind will carry me up and it would be the end of my life. But my grandparent’s never-ending prayers helped me to remain strong.
At that time, when we can’t be able to sleep, my grandmother always called me up to listen to her stories while my grandfather is listening. This story has been shared with me every vacation, that’s why I know every detail of it. The story of her, of my grandfather, of her children and of her first love.
It happened before the World War 2 started and after the Second Philippine Republic rose.
My grandmother was raised by strict parents, not allowing her to study after high school for a reason that education is useless for women. But she was an intelligent lady, she continued to learn, read many books as she can and hoped to be a writer. During her younger years, she met this man; she described him as full of ambitions, intelligent and handsome. She had her heart only to him; he was her first and greatest love.But this man was not my grandfather, not the man whom she married. I always wondered what my grandfather thought every time she tells the story, is he crying in pain by silence? Or just simply pretend not to be affected.
This man and my grandmother had the relationship. She was very happy and contented then, ready to be his wife and to serve him for the rest of her life. Until the World War 2 took place in the Philippines, the history shattered many lives of people including her life. Since the invader had more control of the countryside and smaller towns were often tenuous at best, the two of them separated by war. Her man promised to return and she has to wait. At that time, my grandfather was a soldier, fighting in the war and at the same time fighting for his love to my grandmother even she rejected him many times.
The war has ended.
The man never returned.
She still waited.
My grandfather hoped.
She was devastated.
The man has gone.
Until she learned that she had something inside of her. She’s pregnant out of wedlock, a craze that would bring shame to her family and to her reputation. She lost her hope; she cried in anguish, how she can have the life she wanted without the man she loved most. Then my grandfather offered her to be her husband and to be a real father for the baby she carried. I don’t know why she accepted it, but every time I have this discussion with my father, he would always say because his mother loved his father. I cannot understand how great the love of my grandfather to her, without hesitation, without a pride to take, he accepted and loved her, and raised the baby as his own and became his favorite daughter.
They had another five children too, and she was very proud of them. Despite of this, I can see there was still sadness in her eyes every time she told the story, she had still regrets for not waited him longer enough. Then I understand, she still loves her great love and never had a closure to say goodbye. I know she didn’t get along well with my grandfather because of this deadly love caused her and I feel so sorry for him, how a pure love not to be subsist with a love too? Why can’t she understand that someone has been given a life for her? That I don’t know why, because I never been there, maybe their children can explain.
Over the years had gone and the family history has been opened, my first aunt finally met her father, and his family. I can’t stop thinking how my grandmother feels at that moment, learning that her great love is still alive. I don’t know exactly how they found him, but I am sure it was a blessing.
My grandmother decided to meet him and flown to Manila. My grandfather left behind, maybe quietly allowing her wife to be happy once again and to finally say goodbye.
What kind of love is that be.
I never witnessed what happen when they finally meet again. I just know the book was closed. When my first aunt brought her half brother to our place, my father accepted him; I know it was a good sign. Maybe it was a family history issue, but at the end, what matters most is how the involved people find peace and happiness.
When my grandfather died, I never saw my grandmother cried. Strong enough to hide it, because I know she loved him, maybe not the kind of love she had given to her first love but I am sure she loved him.
When my grandmother died, I never cried too. That’s what she told me, never grief, her death.
My grandmother was a blunt disciplinarian person, even in my dreams she always appeared. My grandfather was a lenient one. In their memories, I always respect them. And to cherish the lessons I learned from their history. I know there is still kind of love out there, confusing but pure and simple.
This is Jumbo.
Honestly, I am not super close to him.
After my father and his gang killed my dog “Aban”, you can’t imagine how I detached myself from the dogs. To be exact, I was traumatized hearing him whimpering, whining, barking loudly until I could no longer hear him sound. And there I saw him, dangled high with fire below him. He was slaughtered and cooked for MEAL.
This happened when there was still no animal protection and welfare in the Philippines way back year 1986.
See, it was hard for me to accept. Even now, I still feel sad every time I remember what happened to him. I can cry right now. I wish I was grown up at that time so that I could fight with my father, so that Aban will die in old age and can give him a nice funeral. What I do now, is to blame my father for his cruelness every time we talked about it, he always shown remorse and explain his side.
When I saw this only picture of me and Jumbo, suddenly I feel bad about him. Just like my father, I have been harsh to him. I never cuddle him, gave him a bath, comb his long hair, walked with him in the park. I just made him food and chase him in the street when he’s out, that’s all.
So now, I promised myself to be good to Jumbo. I will treat him right, and will love him too. It’s about time to say goodbye to my first love Aban. I’ve been keeping your memories for thirty years, and finally I have to move on.
I miss the young love, the wanted feelings of being with someone you like.
I miss the secret stares and the love notes.
I miss the butterflies flying, the colors of excitement when you able to glimpse the face of your sunshine.
I miss to smile. I miss to laugh. I miss to giggle.
I miss my innocent love. I miss my unwavering heart.
I almost feel my first love while reading this book. I remember the air-out-of-your-lungs experience every time I see him. Though I didn’t end up with him, but it was like a good feeling back then; sad and wonderful.
“JUST THREE WORDS LONG.”
The last three words long remains unsettled in my mind. The actual ending was kind of cliff-hanger, but it makes sense after all, it was bittersweet but very true to reality.
“You’re the kind of person I wanna be with when I want to be alone.”
“I don’t have much to offer, but I promise you can have the best of me .”
“Based on the bestselling novel by acclaimed author Nicholas Sparks, “The Best of Me” tells the story of Dawson and Amanda, two former high school sweethearts who find themselves reunited after 20 years apart, when they return to their small town for the funeral of a beloved friend. Their bittersweet reunion reignites the love they’ve never forgotten, but soon they discover the forces that drove them apart twenty years ago live on, posing even more serious threats today. Spanning decades, this epic love story captures the enduring power of our first true love, and the wrenching choices we face when confronted with elusive second chances.”
“You might not understand, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, nothing was ever the same.”
When all you wanted is to give love and receive.
Currently watching this drama. Maybe this will help me to figure out what i wanted in love.
Catching up with my first love.
I was in my third year high school when I had my first boyfriend. The strange sparks and butterflies during the course of time were so unforgettable and the magic of it seems unending of joy. My first guy is my young love, sweet and painful. My first guy is loved by most of the girls in school, and though he didn’t seize the gift of intellect, still everyone adores him. He possessed this innocent nice guy looks, quite mysterious and reserve.
When he had an eye on me, I got the why’s, how’s and jealousy from the girls, even from my best friend I never escape the cold hearted manner. I was wondering too why of all girls in school, he liked me. I know, I am not ugly but I am not totally pretty. I am not intelligent, but I am more than average. I am not popular, but I had lots of friends
It was just a sudden magic that we became lovers in that young age. Students and teachers talked about us, watching our moves or waiting for us to break up. But then, we enjoyed that moment of serenity with ourselves, small things became meaningful and every moment became worthy. I was in my high leap at that moment; I had my first boyfriend, the first boy who gripped my hand, the first lips kissed my cheeks and the first boy I have ever cared. I thought it would never end.
After months, my first guy has changed. I still feel distraught thinking about what had happened. We never fought over anything, but we have to keep our relationship secret from my parents. That had made me certain to understand that maybe he became tired of pretending that we are just friends. Without a notice he let me go.
The bright days became fuzzy, the happy face had nowhere to be found and the fact that he’s no longer mine was horrendous. All I could remember during those painful days were tears. Tears while thinking of him every night; while throwing all the things he gave me, loss of interest in studying and even my appetite was agitated. My first heartache is undeniably pitiful.
I didn’t know how I handled myself in the situation. I just made it sure that there should be no one in the world to see how I trembled inside; it was the greatest time of learning to be pretending. The campus is a small world for us; we have the same circle of friends, same activities to be attended and corridor to meet. Sometimes we just found ourselves staring at each other, me hating him, an eye to eye but never words to words.
The oddest feelings are when my first guy became a “fancy man” in our school. He dated anyone, almost his relationships lasted only weeks and a month, much worse I am always chained to every of his affair. Some girls wanted to know me; the rest just hated me or ignored me. Till now, still wondering what had happened to him back then.
When falling in love with him was a magic, forgetting the hurt was also a miracle. Time heals and tears no more. I saw him every day in the school, but the heartache was bearable. No more pretending and no more trembling inside. I had lost the feelings for my first guy, but never will I forget him. He will always be the first boy that I cared and cried.
“Love Rain” depicts a 1970’s pure love and a love from the present day at the same time. It shows how the children of a previous ill-fated couple, who met in the 1970s, managed to meet and fall in love. Seo In Ha and Kim Yoon Hee, an art student and a shy beauty, met and fell in love with each other during college in the 1970s but unfortunately their love was fated to never be. Now in the present 21st century Korea, Seo In Ha’s son, Seo Joon (a liberal photographer) meets and falls in with the daughter of Kim Yoon Hee, Jung Ha Na, a cheerful and energetic girl who’s personality is different from her mother’s. Will their love for each other keep them together or will they have to face the same fate as their parents?
Love Rain starts very well.
The setting from 1970’s, the customs, the hair, the clothing are fantastically perfect for me. Jumping to the year 2012, the story line made me smile. It has a warming style and quite nostalgic act, despite the low rating presented and negative reviews. What I like in this drama is the romantic excitement from several episodes which gladdens my heart and tickled my bone. This matters to me most.
Overall, I enjoyed the show a lot and definitely recommend it for you to watch.
Love always has two different sides – sadness and happiness.
The start of being with one person, is the end of being with another person.
I love rain and I love you.
My first Korean drama that I have never expected to be in a teary filled ride. “I miss you” is an emotional story with very serious issues and ended up too much tragedy. There were too many complications to handle and I feel like carrying the burdens too.
I don’t consider the plot amazingly written, but the chemistry between the actors, the portrayed characters, the cinematography and costumes are all wonderfully set. I wouldn’t watch this drama again because of this excessive emotional ride I had to experience, but overall, the ending was pretty satisfying, everyone deserves a new life.
My verdict: 8/10