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I finished reviewing the chapters for Jim today, one day earlier than expected. I also began tackling the CIA for my presentation. I'm in a working groove. If I keep it up, I'll finish everything ahead of schedule and have Sunday to rest.
We watched The Pianist tonight. I had wanted to for some time. Despite my criticism of much of history, I do still enjoy studying it. The box said it was a story of triumph. I expected something that was generally feel-good. That first two hours was the most depressing two hours of my life. Don't get me wrong -- the movie was exceptionally well-done, but I felt like shooting myself to save me from witnessing any more of humankind's ugliness. It was as close to physically ill from a movie that I have been in a long time, but it was interesting enough that I kept watching. Blood, guts, classic horror, graphic sex (at least in Hollywood portrayals of these things)... don't bother me, and this movie had little of any of above. The display of human actions and hatred portrayed in this movie though was gut-wrenching. The promised triumph came in the last 20 minutes, and to call it bittersweet would be optimistic. It is an important movie to watch, and I somehow feel better and more informed having watched it, but it's almost a.... heartbreaking (for lack of better words) experience.
A far cry from The Mighty Ducks, last night's fare.
We watched The Pianist tonight. I had wanted to for some time. Despite my criticism of much of history, I do still enjoy studying it. The box said it was a story of triumph. I expected something that was generally feel-good. That first two hours was the most depressing two hours of my life. Don't get me wrong -- the movie was exceptionally well-done, but I felt like shooting myself to save me from witnessing any more of humankind's ugliness. It was as close to physically ill from a movie that I have been in a long time, but it was interesting enough that I kept watching. Blood, guts, classic horror, graphic sex (at least in Hollywood portrayals of these things)... don't bother me, and this movie had little of any of above. The display of human actions and hatred portrayed in this movie though was gut-wrenching. The promised triumph came in the last 20 minutes, and to call it bittersweet would be optimistic. It is an important movie to watch, and I somehow feel better and more informed having watched it, but it's almost a.... heartbreaking (for lack of better words) experience.
A far cry from The Mighty Ducks, last night's fare.
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