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.

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  1. kmeelyon says:

    01.31.2004 4:45 pm

    Dude. I took my friend Gregg to see “Capturing the Friedmans,” and after the first two minutes of the film, he put his head in his hands and said, “Oh my god. I know these people.” He went to school with them and grew up in Great Neck. It made for an ever weirder movie-going experience.

  2. Beth says:

    01.31.2004 5:48 pm

    At first, I thought you meant he knew them in a more universal sense — that he knew people like them or that he understood people like that. It’s creepy when you realize these people actually exist. Michael made a similar comment when I was telling him about Monster, about how the families of her victims are real people in the world right now. Not some fiction from a screenwriter’s brain.

  3. kmeelyon says:

    01.31.2004 9:54 pm

    I bet those families of the murdered people are not too thrilled with the movie “Monster.” It is complex because I certainly
    don’t condone her killing those men, but I thought the film really captured her rage and desperation and let you identify with her plight while also showing the ugliness of it. And Charlize Theron better get that Oscar. I
    think she will, but I will go crazy if she doesn’t.

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