Last night I dreamt I went to school again. Not a very good idea at the best of times but it is one of the fascinations of this beautiful documentary that you can compare schoolgirls now and then. There is probably not much to choose between us but it did surprise me how unkempt 'Mrs Carey's' lot were considering the amount of money their parents must be paying and the loving attention of the teachers.
Not that we cared a jot for loving attention. We were rude and arrogant and short on sympathy as some of these students are... but not all. I had a few moments when I wanted to jump into the film and tell some to listen, LISTEN because you may not get another chance...'Carpe Diem'. Its not necessary because the film will say it for me and it is incisive in its observation. It is a constant surprise how many people forget that a camera is on them and oh what material it provides for us.
You get to know the wonderful Mrs Carey and see her discussions of the students and various crises as they appear. You get to love her as her face is literally illuminated with joy as she sits under the stage at the Opera House listening to her concert.
And you do draw close to the fabulously talented students. Out of the work of babes come sounds you would be pleased to pay folding money for anywhere in the world.
Watch for Mrs Carey as she approaches her performance and the worst miss hap that can befall a performer happens to her. Then be amazed. Be very amazed.
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