I tried to see Slumdog Millionaire last night with Mikey B. I lasted about 20 minutes and just had to get up and go. Too much for me. Maybe I'm like an ostrich. No, I've been to India and have seen some of that stuff with my own eyes. Seen some of that meanness, felt that hatred. Maybe I just didn't want to relive it on a screen that's like 50 feet wide. I'm glad people are going to see the movie and I'm glad that I supported the movie with my money. Little Jamal was so beautiful. I can't reconcile my heart today. The world is unreconciled, so out of balance. It just doesn't add up.
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I love that your heart feels things so deeply. YOu are ALIVE..and..awake. That is a beautiful thing in the midst of a dying and numb world...
I love you very much and Friday was one of my top 5 favorite days... just so you know. My life would be very sad with out you.
We saw it last week. My body was tense the entire time. I don't think I have enough words for the range of emotions I felt. I loved the movie like Schindler's List. I can't stop thinking about it but I sure don't think I couls see it again! Love you-a
you should really see that film once, it´s sad and unbelievable but it´s a good film!
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