Monday, February 28, 2005

so good it hurts

I have discovered that the true measure of how much you love a movie is the need to stop the film part of the way into it out of a desire to not let it end. If you let it end, you are then forced to abandon the world in which it exists and the thought is unbearable. It is not that the world is in any way utopian, but it is a world that you want to inhabit or it is a mind or life that you want to inhabit -- or perhaps, in some way, you already do.

I had to stop P.S. because it was so good it hurt. I'll go back, but not yet.

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