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About The Author: Kyle Buchanan
Biography: Carpetbagger at @nytimes

Countries: Sweden

duration: 113 Minutes

Writed by: Levan Akin

rating: 4214 Votes

directed by: Levan Akin

star: Levan Gelbakhiani

It's like emeralds on the pavement

Musikas raqvia :CC. 10-დან 10-ვე სტომატოლოგი რეკომენდაციას უწევს ამ ტრეკის მოსმენას. 0:37 already love this song. It was definitely worth the waiting, this song is so good. Who else is excited for her new album. Nicklas Stenemo <3. If you're feeling down. Critics Consensus Led by an outstanding performance from Levan Gelbakhiani, And Then We Danced defeats prejudice with overwhelming compassion. 90% TOMATOMETER Total Count: 52 95% Audience Score Verified Ratings: 20 And Then We Danced Ratings & Reviews Explanation Tickets & Showtimes The movie doesn't seem to be playing near you. Go back Enter your location to see showtimes near you. And Then We Danced Videos Photos Movie Info A passionate tale of love and liberation set amidst the ultraconservative confines of modern Georgian society, AND THEN WE DANCED follows Merab, a devoted dancer who has been training for years with his partner Mary for a spot in the National Georgian Ensemble. The arrival of another male dancer, Irakli--gifted with perfect form and equipped with a rebellious streak--throws Merab off balance, sparking both an intense rivalry and romantic desire that may cause him to risk his future in dance as well as his relationships with Mary and his family. Rating: NR Genre: Directed By: Written By: In Theaters: Feb 7, 2020 limited Runtime: 113 minutes Studio: Music Box Films Cast News & Interviews for And Then We Danced Critic Reviews for And Then We Danced Audience Reviews for And Then We Danced And Then We Danced Quotes Movie & TV guides.

Whats this from. I just finished watching the film, and Levan has just become my official crush 😳 beautiful piece of art.

Look at all those snowflakes. A story about alcohol, unlikely connections, and war. (This story started as a discussion I had in the Discord server with /u/LordHenry7898 while I was absolutely hammered, and it took on a life of its own. Drink responsibly. Thank you to /u/lostfol and /u/LordHenry7898 for proofreading, fixing my grammar in places, and pointing out bits that just didn't make sense in the first draft. This story would be nowhere near as good without you! ) ~~~~ "C'monnn. Try it. It's great! " The human hollered this across the table, their legs like jelly as they stood up and staggered their way round to the ambassador opposite. They then leaned over, placing both elbows squarely on the table, inches from the ambassador's plate. "Please, do not shout, " the Veils ambassador replied. "You are attracting the attention of others. " It was true; several others in the eatery had turned their heads or their species' equivalent, though some, upon realising just who had shouted, sighed and turned back to their meals, content in the knowledge that it was simply a human having a little too much fun. "Aww, Riki, don't be like that. Just one sip. Pleeeease. For me? " The human made a face that was probably supposed to look cute, but to Riki, it looked more as if they had sat on something squishy. "Alex, " Riki replied, "I would - to put it as you humans do - rather die, than try your poison. I will continue with my meal now. " He made a show of stabbing a vegetable on the plate with his fork and raising it to his mouth, ignoring Alex's protests and attempts to grab his attention. Eventually, Alex gave up, huffing as he wobbled back to his chair and sat down. As he did, Riki could hear him muttering, something about being a spoilsport and another about alcohol only being a poison if you drank a vat of it. Humans are so strange, Riki thought, as he chewed his next bite of food. Riki had been tolerating Alex's behaviour in this vein for several days now; he would have put a stop to it some time ago, if it were not for the fact that Alex was excellent at his job and had what seemed a sixth sense for danger. He drank to excess only when he was certain the area was secure. Riki was also, though he was loath to admit it, amused by how casual Alex was around him. It served as a form of perverse entertainment during days which dragged on too long. The meal continued and finished without incident. Riki and a now-very-drunk Alex made their way back to their accommodation for the evening. It was dark; the mandated blackout left the streets empty, but Riki carried a lantern dimmed to almost nothing to find their way. For once, the ash clouds from the firebombings did not obscure the sky. Riki had taken a few steps before he realised that he was by himself. He looked back and saw Alex frozen, face looking up to the sky, mouth open, a hand raised as if to caress the pinpricks of light above. The pale glow of his lantern illuminated his face; he was enraptured by the stars, and the look of peace and contentment in his eyes was of surprise to Riki, to the point where he did not interrupt, instead letting Alex stand for several seconds before he came back to his senses and stumbled over to where he could see the second lantern waiting. ~ Riki did not bring up the episode until a few days later, in the next town over, after another event where a Veils ambassador and their guide were required. This time, the two ate bread in their accommodation. They had bought this from a merchant in between the towns, knowing that the local eateries here would be closed. Food rationing had hit such businesses hard. Riki swallowed a piece of dry loaf. "Alex, " He said. "Yeah? " Alex was not facing him. The two were sitting on their beds, Alex keeping one eye on the window, Riki staring at the wall on the opposing side. "Three nights ago, when you were drunk again. You stopped to look at the stars. Why? " "I dunno, " came the reply. "Don't remember well. I guess they just looked pretty. " Riki pressed him further. "I have never seen you so calm. Was it anything in particular? " "Dude, stop. I'm not in the mood for questions. " Alex sighed and spared a glance to a flask sitting on the table, but his eyes flicked back to the window a second later, and he continued to study the darkness outside. Riki chose to say nothing. After a silence lasting a few minutes, Alex relented. "They remind me of home. " He spoke more softly this time. "D'you ever look up to the stars as a kid? " "Not really, " Riki replied. "On my homeworld, they were not visible most days. I tend to forget they exist. " "That's a shame. " Alex reached for his flask, flicking off the cap and taking a sip, eyes not leaving the window as he did. "Ya’ know, I thought you Veils were all annoying and diplomatic, but you're alright. You don't annoy me. " "I will… Take that as a compliment. " Alex blew air from his nose in amusement at the response, and after a pause, he spoke again. "Tell you what. Once we're done with this mission, I'll show you a place I know on this world, by the sea. " He took a larger gulp from the flask. "The stars shine even brighter there. " "I would like that. " Riki turned to look at Alex. He saw the flask in one hand, and sighed to himself, but said nothing more. ~ The third town they visited, six days later, was half-destroyed by artillery; there was a ceasefire in place, though it was as fragile as paper. The two opted to sleep out of town after the events of the day, and they camped in a nearby forest where the trees had trunks to the sky and leaves to the ground. Alex had found a tree with the inside hollowed out. It was large enough to fit two people. They ate their rations in silence, their lanterns dimmed as much as possible. Alex stood as he ate, a rifle within arms' reach. For now, his flask remained full. Alex was the first to speak after the meal. He whispered, his voice going no further than the leaves outside. "Aren't you scared, Riki? Doing all this? Hiding from armies and assassins who don't want peace? Your missions are usually less, well… dangerous, right? " A short silence, then Riki's reply, his voice quieter than Alex’s. "I am scared, yes. But the fear is nothing, not compared to those suffering because of this war. They need me out here. I need you out here, too. " "Wish they'd just send a droid. " "You know that the region of the Four Towns does not deal with such technologies. It is in person, or not at all. " Alex opened his mouth to whisper a reply, but the sound of footsteps, small branches breaking, and rustling leaves came first. Riki froze, wide-eyed in terror, hardly daring to breathe in case it was too loud. In a blink, the rifle was in Alex's hands, and he pointed the end of the barrel towards the entrance, finger pressing into the side of the trigger guard, a bullet already chambered and ready to fire. Riki reached for the lanterns and switched them off. The footsteps passed by the tree, pausing for a moment that stretched into eternity, then continued, fading into the distance. The two waited around twenty minutes before moving or speaking again. "Alex. " Riki's whisper could barely be heard over the rustling of leaves. "Hmm? " Alex turned his head a little to listen, though the majority of his attention was still to the outside, listening for more footsteps. "Does drinking help you relax? " "Mmhmm. " "Can I… try some? " Surprised, Alex glanced over, though he could not see Riki in the oppressive gloom. "Uhh. Sure. " Setting the rifle down for a moment, he pulled out a flask from his back pocket. Taking a swig, he then stretched his arm out in the direction of Riki, flask in hand. "It's in my hand if you reach out. Don't damn well drop it or you're not getting any more. " He felt the flask being plucked from his grasp, followed by a glug, a quiet gasp and then silence for several minutes. Then, a small voice. "This poison tastes terrible. But I do feel more relaxed now. " ~ The fourth and last town on the other side of the forest was gone, razed to the ground, and a sea of tents greeted Alex and Riki as they walked the dusty streets. Citizens and refugees of all species peered from the tents, watching them. They seemed more curious than anything else. In the evening, a banquet was held under the largest tent, held to celebrate the completed and signed Treaty of the Four Towns. The food was not of high quality. It had been prepared with love, however, and Alex and Riki sat on the ground together, enjoying the meal and for the first time in weeks the feeling of safety. Riki had decided to try a glass of homebrew wine. He was doing his best to remain composed. He couldn't help but giggle, however, at something said by the town's leader, and Alex had to move the glass out of arm’s reach and then elbow Riki to get him to quiet down. Alex himself drank from his flask, as always. Luckily, the tent was loud, and the leader did not notice the giggle. "Hey, Alex. " Riki was - for once, Alex noted - a little less uptight. "Yeah? " "What's in that stuff you drink? It's strong. " "Heh. It's rum. " A rare smile came across Alex's face. "Mixed a few different kinds together. I call it '80 proof'. " "What's that mean? " Riki, a little flushed, was speaking with less care than usual. "Dunno. Some really old human phrase I saw in a book once. Think it was used as a measure of how strong it is. " Alex took a bite of food and chewed. "Another question. I mean, uh, I have another question. " "Mmhmm? " "The place you mentioned is nearby, right? Can we go see it? The stars? " Alex swallowed the bite of food. "Sure. Tomorrow. " Riki grinned. Later, under the light of the stars and dozens of lanterns, they all danced. The music was raucous and the beating of drums shook the bones of all nearby. Riki, floating around on a haze of alcohol, moving from one place to another without thought, felt as if reality finally made sense in this strange daze, a unified theory of everything fuelled by the wine he had once thought poison. Alex, laughing as if he would never stop, spun Riki around and around until they both fell over, and where their hands touched, it felt like fire. It felt like fire, and the haze was like lava, and all of Riki’s reservations melted in their combined wake. And then the two began to talk, some of it nonsense, but some of it profound. As they drank some more, Riki reached for his hand again for another dose of that fire, but this time it didn’t stop when Alex let go again as he stumbled over a tent pole and almost fell over. So this is why the humans drink alcohol, Riki thought, as his memories transformed from movies to slideshows of photos, and Alex's laughter rang in his ears until he could hear nothing else. ~ It was long past bedtime, and everybody was asleep. The serenity of the night was shattered by gunfire; shouting and screams followed. Alex started awake, removing one arm that had draped around the sleeping form of Riki, and jumped to his feet. "Riki! Up! Now! " He gave Riki a kick in the leg for good measure and made a grab for his rifle. Riki went from deep sleep to on his feet in seconds. "Who? What? Where? " His head hurt a little; his reaction times were slowed. "Evacuation protocol. " The code-word sent Riki into a flurry, grabbing his backpack with its precious cargo inside. Alex stepped towards the entrance, closed his eyes and concentrated. Within seconds he was able to tell roughly the number of attackers and the direction from which they had entered the town. He opened his eyes again. "This way, " He whispered to Riki, who could just about see where he was pointing to. "I reckon around twenty of them. Follow me, do not say anything unless it's life-threatening not to, and keep that damn treaty safe. Whoever is attacking probably wants to destroy it. " The two crept out of their tent, lanterns in hand but switched off. Luckily, their eyes had adjusted to the dark, and Alex had already memorized an evacuation route. They were well-hidden from pursuers. However, as they crept across the tent-city, they had to stop in places to stay hidden from the flashes of light made by lanterns being switched to full. Alex grabbed Riki's hand as they moved - to make sure he doesn't fall behind, he thought, although the fizz he felt from where human and Veils fingers interlocked indicated that this was not the only reason. Sporadic gunfire and more screams echoed in the distance; they started to hear footsteps, faint at first, then louder and louder, coming from all directions, and then the occasional thump of a body hitting the ground amongst intensifying gunfire. At last, the tents began to thin, and the shadowed giants of trees loomed out of the darkness. Alex squeezed Riki's hand twice as a signal to stop, then looked back. He could see little, but he could smell smoke, and hear still in the distance footsteps and gunfire. Looking forward again, there was a clearing; he guessed it was around a hundred meters to the treeline. Then, the footsteps from behind suddenly grew louder, and above it all, someone began to shout. "This way! " The yell soared over the sounds of fighting. "They weren't in their tent. They'll try to get to the forest! Shoot them! " "Riki! Run! " Alex spared a glance to where Riki was standing as he spoke. Riki was frozen in place, terrified. "Move! The treaty! Go! " Alex began to run, pulling on the hand until Riki defrosted a little and started to run also, and their hands separated as they sprinted across the clearing together. Bullets zinged by them; several figures had reached the edge of the tent-city and were firing upon the two with rifles, although they were struggling to hit two fast-moving figures in the dark. One of the pursuers started forward as if to give chase, but another grabbed their shoulder and yanked them back, as they knew that at night, they were as likely to be shot as those they were chasing. Throughout, the echoing screams from before continued unabated. Alex slowed a little. He allowed Riki to run ahead of him, ensuring that his body shielded Riki's from the hail of fire. By the tents, the group's leader kneeled, then took aim with a hunting rifle. This one, unlike the others, had a night-vision scope attached. Such an item was illegal here, punishable by death. The leader steadied his breath. Breathed in. Breathed out, slowly, letting the crosshairs settle on his target. He fired. The bullet grazed Alex's shoulder, and he grunted in pain, but kept running. Riki reached the trees first, and dove behind a particularly large tree, hitting the ground and staying prone. Alex followed suit, though instead of lying prone also, he dropped into a kneeling position, hoisting the rifle into his shoulder and adjusting the sights for the distance. He leaned to the left a little, checked with his ears that nobody had tried to cross the clearing, and aimed at one of the pursuers who were illuminated by their lantern. He took two large breaths to steady himself. Then, he fired. His shoulder yelped from the movement and the recoil. In the distance, the figure fell. He reloaded, took aim once more, and fired. This shot seemed to hit the next figure, although this time they did not fall. The pursuers' lanterns started to blink out as they realised they had made themselves obvious targets. The leader of the pursuers, having reloaded his hunting rifle and found the source of Alex's bullets, took aim once more. In the background, those who lived in the tent-city, armed with their own rifles, had now engaged his group, and he could hear the last of them shouting to each other, the crack of bullets, and the thump of bodies. He had one chance left to destroy all the treaty stood for before this city killed him too. He took one last breath, and fired. Seconds later, he was felled by a hail of bullets. ~ The shouts of triumph from the tent-city's defenders echoed in the forest. Riki got to his feet and leaned against the tree, panting, still trying to catch his breath. Alex was holding a hand to his chest. He removed the hand; it came back red. Riki switched on the lantern, and gasped. Your chest! Are you hurt? " "Ugh, yeah. Think one of the bullets grazed the side. Hang on. I'll patch it up. " But as he lifted off his shirt, it was clear it was not a graze. Dark liquid spilled at a terrifying rate from where the bullet had pierced him. His burst of adrenaline began to fade, and as he began to tilt to one side, Riki ran forwards and grabbed his shoulders to steady him. He then pushed down on his shoulders, forcing him to sit. Alex? Alex! " Riki's voice became more panicked with every word. Alex tried to respond, but Riki cut him off. "No, no, this wasn't supposed to happen. Oh gods, oh hell, I can't fix this, I don't have the training, I need to stop the blood somehow…" He continued to babble as he tore a length of fabric from his shirt, and pressed it onto the wound. "Riki. " Alex wheezed as he spoke. "Sssh. It's fine. " He placed a hand over Riki's, and gently lifted it away from his chest. The fabric was already sodden with red. The bullet had torn through an artery. "Like hell it is, Alex. You're bleeding out. Your hand is cold. Oh gods, what do I do, do I run back to get help, do I stay, I don't know what…" As Riki's words trailed off into incoherence, Alex reached into his back pocket with his other hand, and pulled out the flask. He felt sluggish and cold, but he was able to pop the cap and take a sip before offering it to Riki. "Here. Take it, ” He wheezed. “Keep it. " The words took more effort to say than before. "W-what? " Riki felt tears form in his eyes. He could see that Alex was fighting unconsciousness. "Keep it. I'm not making it out of here. " Riki's tears flowed freely now. "No. Please don't say that. Don't go. " He squeezed Alex's hand far too tightly, but he didn't care. All he cared about at this moment was holding onto Alex’s hands. Alex weakly squeezed it in return, then spoke again, the words fainter this time. "Drink it when you're sad. Or happy. I dunno, humans drink for all sorts of reasons. " He coughed, and his lips became stained with blood. "80 proof, yeah? " A smile, and his eyes sparkled as they met Riki's. "Remember, it's prolly important or something…" And then he let out the last of his breath, and collapsed to the dirt floor, and Riki screamed in anguish as he tried and failed to revive the fallen human. ~ Two months later The stars were bright here, brighter than anywhere else Riki had seen. He walked along the beach, feet sinking a little into the sand, the gentle swish of the sea accompanying him on his walk. In one hand, he held his lantern. In the other hand, he held Alex's flask. He turned it over in his hand, noticing how Alex's bloody fingerprints still remained. He could even see the scratches and dents from where it had been dropped. How was it possible for one person to leave such an impression after they were gone? It felt as if everything Alex had done and said revolved around this one, tiny item. Humans are really so strange, he thought. They were rude, and brash at times, and they sometimes did and said things without regard for others. But they were also tender, and cared for those around them, and Alex on his final day had shown that second side of himself to Riki. Riki raised the flask to his lips. He took a sip, certainly not the first of the night, letting the buzz of the alcohol permeate his mind and body. He felt as if he was not quite in his own body as he walked, one step after another after another, across the place in which Alex should have been in step with him. If he had been here, he would have been laughing and smiling as he drank from his flask. Maybe he would have been looking at Riki with that sparkle in his eyes. Then, Riki stopped and looked up and for the first time truly saw the stars. They were endless and twinkling, unobscured by ash. There would be no more artifacts of war to disturb the sky. Not anymore; the mission was complete. But Riki wished he could reverse time, to the day of the signing of the treaty, just for one last day with Alex, one last drink, and one last dance. Riki dropped the lantern and raised an arm to the sky, caressing the stars. He felt a longing, small at first and intensifying until it felt like it could choke him, for a home he could not see from here, and for someone he had grown to love that he could not speak to. He stood for what seemed like forever, frozen, enraptured by the vista of twinkling light above. He whispered to them, "Alex, wherever you are, I hope I see you again someday. Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to understand you better. Thank you for telling me about this place. " The flask fell from his fingers, landing in the sand next to the lantern as Riki continued to gaze upwards. On one side, Riki had carved two words into the metal. They shone from the light of the lantern. '80 Proof'.
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