1900, is a number.
But now, it’s a name.
You see the music from people and their eyes.
Everyone has his own piece of music because of his memories and stories.
I feel like this movie is trying tell me a story very slowly. As the story ends, the person goes away. Nothing left.
You have a great time with him. With such a great pianist, with his music.
You heard his music. You cried for it
You are moved by it
He is 1900
He is not going to anywhere except this ship
Because he's born on this ship.
His world, which is the ship, is not endless, nothing like the city.
It starts from the prow to the stern
Such a finite world gives him an opportunity to create infinite music.
Once a time, only 2000 people on board
He read them through their eyes,
He traveled with them through their minds.
sometimes, he was in Paris.
Sometimes, he is in Italy.
Sometimes, he see New Orleans.
His mind traveled in such an immense world
But his body could not and would not be allowed to do so.
The only one who knows him and understands him
He knew he is useless to convince 1900 to get off the board
But he has the story, the precious and valuable, story to tell.
"As long as you have a story to tell
As long as you have the audience to hear your story
You and your life are not ended."
"1900 never exist"
Maybe my name is not registered because I was born on a ship.
"You are a minority. And you need to get used to it."
Until the end, only Max gets his joke.