Walk down a memory lane..
Good old days..
Nostalgia of first maudlin love..
First mesmerizing touch of a girl..
That first outburst of jealousy
And unexplainable mood swings...
Little Manhattan does what it proclaims..
The reverberations of the little hearts are so beautifully portrayed that you feel like getting small again ..
Little gabe gets to negotiate the equations of his estranged parents sharing the same roof..then to add to the complexities walks in rosemary (third prettiest girl of the batch) with her karate prowess and girl-mature-faster-than boys thing...
Well these pretext to thrust ourselves in love we know all well..
So please excuse our gabe as he romances his girl across the Manhattan park ,dares big bully and finally we don’t preach when he steals a kiss on rosemary...
Ohhh...that self-talking crossed several time across my mind but culmination was never the same...
Bravo gabe...
Movie ends on a soothing note with both gabe and his father finally unwinding themselves to their beloveds and cleaning the clutter...
Only this time gabe isn’t so lucky...
Neither were we...
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