Boychoir

Synopsis: Stet, a troubled and angry 11-year-old orphan from a small Texas town, ends up at a Boy Choir school back East after the death of his single mom. Completely out of his element, he finds himself in a battle of wills with a demanding Choir Master who recognizes a unique talent in this young boy as he pushes him to discover his creative heart and soul in music.
Genre: Drama, Music
Director(s): François Girard
Production: Informant Media
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.7
Metacritic:
51
Rotten Tomatoes:
44%
Year:
2014
103 min
£191,891
Website
532 Views


Mine eyes have seen the glory

Of the coming of the Lord

He is trampling out the vintage

Where the grapes of wrath are stored

He has loosed the fateful lightening

Of His terrible swift sword

Okay! Okay! Enough! Enough!

Now, who wants to tell me what

the time signature is for this song?

Four-four.

Anybody?

It's a four-four.

Come on! You learned

time signatures last week!

You will remain nothing more

than an unmusical mob!

You want a four-four?

I'll give you a four-four.

Glory glory hallelujah

Stop it. You stop!

Teacher hit me with a ruler

The ruler turned bad

and the teacher dropped dead

And the teacher don't teach no more

- Hey, Stet.

- Hey, Curly.

Someone saw your mom out

with a skinhead in Midland.

Shut up, okay?

I thought she only dated Mexicans.

La cucaracha la cucaracha

Hey!

Talk about my mom like that

one more time, Jimmy!

One more time!

Keep your head up when you walk, boy.

Go to hell!

That's what I thought.

- Wake up.

- Hmm...

- Mom, wake up.

- What?

You promised you wouldn't

do this anymore.

How'd it get so late?

Here.

- What happened?

- Hmm...

You're not gonna work?

I don't even know where you work.

It's a restaurant, okay?

I told you already.

- Oh, so you're a waitress.

- No, I'm a zoo keeper.

The... What's her name called? Um...

The principal, Ms. Steel,

she wants to see me again tomorrow.

What is it this time, Stet? Huh?

More fights? You cutting class again?

Stet!

We're one minute late.

Three minutes late. Your watch is slow.

- Why are we singing here?

- Oh, the usual.

Testing new music, tryouts, auditions.

Use it as a rehearsal.

Alright, gather round. Stay focused,

no matter what the battlefield.

Paul, have you seen Stet?

He was supposed to find me.

- What did he do now?

- You really want to know?

Uh, no. He's coming to the concert.

I don't think this is

the time to reward Stet

- for his bad behaviour.

- Yeah, but this is different.

You remember me telling you

about these kids, right?

How they train to sing

and tour the world?

Yeah.

Alright, so pay attention, Stet.

- Quickly and quietly.

- Mr. Carvelle?

I'm Patricia Steel.

We spoke on the phone.

Thank you so much

for coming to our school.

I've been looking forward

to this for a long time.

- You're very persistent.

- Well, I suppose I am.

- Could you excuse me?

- Yes.

We have with us today

one of the world's finest youth choirs,

under the direction of the great

master Mr. Anton Carvelle.

Please welcome The National Boychoir!

Stet?

- Stet!

- It was on the floor.

I was gonna give it right back.

I didn't know

- that it was yours...

- Just come with me.

No attitude. Do you understand?

Just look him in the eyes

and give him a firm handshake.

You only get one chance

at a first impression.

- What are you talking about?

- It's a tryout, Stet.

They're going to audition you.

I brought him here for you.

- Stay here, Stet.

- Let's get it over with.

Mr. Carvelle...

this is the boy that I told you about.

He has an amazing voice.

First of all, I'd like to know

what type of training he's had...

Drake, let's just hear him.

I don't have time for this.

Yes. Stet, if you could start...

Hey, this is Debbie.

If you want to leave a message

for me or for Stet,

you know what to do.

It's your mom. She had an accident.

I'm sorry, Stet.

Are you okay?

Everyone that Father gives

to me will come to me

and I will never turn away

those who believe in me...

You sure you don't wanna go over there?

Okay.

You must be Mr. Owens.

Stet?

PRIEST@ We commit her body

to the ground.

Earth to earth, and dust to dust.

The Lord bless her and keep her.

The Lord make His face

to shine upon her...

Actually, we had your name on the file,

- or rather your lawyer's name.

- I did help support them, yes.

But in 12 years, you haven't seen him.

This was a long time ago. I...

I hardly knew her.

But I always did what was right,

because of the boy.

So, in terms of legal custody...

I have a family already.

I was married when I met her.

You understand that.

Now, I'm not disputing paternity.

What's... what's best here

is that the boy

is placed in foster care.

Oh, I don't think so, Mr. Owens.

Stet, he has talent, musical talent.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I know you have no wish

to be involved with his life,

but the fact is there are

other places for him

other than foster care.

There's a private school.

It's on the East coast.

I don't know how he gets in,

or if he gets in,

but he has a chance at a better life.

It will save you a lot

of time... and exposure.

I'm just saying.

Expectations are,

at least from the market,

that you will see

about 160,000 jobs created...

6.9%...

Hey, hon, it's, uh... it's me.

Uh, listen, my...

my flight was cancelled.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I guess there's a storm in the Midwest.

No, no, no, it's fine,

I got another flight tomorrow.

I'm coming into Newark

sometime in the afternoon.

Tell the girls I love them. Bye.

I'll call you later.

Bye.

Is that the family you already have?

Yeah.

You can sing, right?

- E flat.

- What?

The squeak in the shoe.

I'm sure you understand

this was an unplanned meeting

and Mr. Carvelle is a very busy man.

So am I, actually.

Okay. Go ahead, Stet.

Hm... Odessa. I remember.

You walked out on me.

That was a first.

Am I right?

Sing. Sing anything.

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Ben Ripley

Ben Ripley is an American screenwriter best known for writing the science-fiction thriller Source Code directed by Duncan Jones. Ripley is a graduate of Stanford University and the University of Southern California's USC School of Cinema-Television. more…

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