Well, Red, I didn’t want to talk about the movie, Monster, after seeing it with you today. So you told me to go home and write about it in my blog, like you did in yours after seeing it last week. Well, here I am in my blog, and I still have nothing to say. Except that I came home and cracked open the bottle of red wine that Mark gave me for my birthday and drank way too much of it while watching Capturing The Friedmans on DVD. Now I’m taking Pepto Bismol and drinking as much water as possible. I guess that is my response.
It’s like last Monday night when Jon Bernie was talking about the New York Times Magazine article about sex slaves and how horrible and unbelievable it was. Why is it unbelievable? This is what we do to each other. This is the potential that is in each one of us. It’s not nice. It just is. Which, I suppose, is one role of movies — to show us what is.