“Never heard of it,” Servaas says sourly.
“That’s because you are such an old sourpuss, Servaas.You never enjoyed your youth. Age of Aquarius? You’ve never heard about that, either. And Bob Dylan? Pffft ….!” Gertruida can’t understand why some kids get born to be boring, serious and frowning all the time.
“It is a good story, though.” Precilla smiles at the memory of the melodies that accompanied the scathing lyrics. “He was an icon, a beacon of hope. He sang the words we were afraid to say. Man, when he does his Blues, it still gives me goosebumps.”
“I think the story behind the movie is even better than the story in the movie. To do an 8mm film in this day and age is almost unthinkable.”
“Not only that, Vetfaan, but the money ran out and they couldn’t buy more film. So the last scenes were shot with a cellphone.” Gertruida fixes Servaas with a dead-pan stare. “You know what a cellphone is, don’t you?”
Before the old man builds up enough steam to look even more disgruntled, Kleinpiet orders a round.
“I think it’s a great story of belief and conviction and commitment. To me, it says you must never give up on your dreams. I like that.”
Boggel quietly serves a double to the red-faced Servaas. “I’m glad the movie won. It’s good for Bendjelloul, Segerman and Strydom – and even better for Rodriquez. In fact, it’s good all round. And it’s nice to say the name without winching. Oscar… It’s got a nice ring to it, for a change.”