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CODA (2021) | Short Review


CODA stands for Children Of Deaf Adults, the precise topic of the film. 

This is not a typical “I am 17-year-old making sacrifices for my family, and that makes me the best” kind of movie. Though the 17-year old was ready to make the biggest sacrifice of her career, and life to the day. 




Ruby, our protagonist, is stuck in a small town because she is the only hearing and talking member of her family, making her the translator for the small family business. When she is left to choose between her talent and her family, the decision is on her shoulder. 

What is so great about this?


The troups are quite simple I would say, with the most common troup of a coming of age movie. Sian Heder however uses those cliche ingredients to present the most fabulous dish on the menu. The movie has the most “Disney-esk'' plot line but it is not cheesy. 

It's not only about how Ruby is ready to stay in the small town and give up on her dream career in music, but it also gives the story of a family that supports you with all they have, no matter how little it is. 


The parents and brothers can not hear Ruby’s music but they encourage her to take the audition. They put their whole life at stake since they can not function in society without their voice: ruby. 

The brother-sister relationship is one of hardship, yet it's so pure and genuine. 

The love story in the film does not overtake and overpower the plot, which is fantastic. 


What else I liked:

Emilia Jones as Ruby Ross was fabulous, in both dialogues and ASL.

The use of the sound of silence makes it even more dynamic. One thing I am thankful for is that it is not a musical. 




Final Words: This movie is for everyone, to watch anytime. But do keep tissues at bay, this one is definitely a tear-jerker. 

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