The Bread, My Sweet
Jan. 30th, 2002 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ralphmeltonLori and I and her parents saw this film tonight.
Wow. I cannot remember ever being so touched by a movie. I had tears running down my cheeks for the last forty minutes, and I'm usually pretty emotionally controlled. But while I felt very sad, I felt calm with that sadness--I wouldn't describe it as "tear-jerking" or "gut-wrenching".
I don't want to say too much more about that aspect for fear of spoilers.
All the characters seemed really human and real. Even the retarded brother was real and human.
In the same vein, the film was very grounded in Pittsburgh--it wasn't a film about some abstract city, it was clearly a film about Pittsburgh, the Strip, Enrico's Biscotti.
I strongly encourage all of you to go see it. (It's playing at the Regent Square theater through February 7.)
And now I'm going to go be quiet with my feelings for a while.
Superficially: it
Wow. I cannot remember ever being so touched by a movie. I had tears running down my cheeks for the last forty minutes, and I'm usually pretty emotionally controlled. But while I felt very sad, I felt calm with that sadness--I wouldn't describe it as "tear-jerking" or "gut-wrenching".
I don't want to say too much more about that aspect for fear of spoilers.
All the characters seemed really human and real. Even the retarded brother was real and human.
In the same vein, the film was very grounded in Pittsburgh--it wasn't a film about some abstract city, it was clearly a film about Pittsburgh, the Strip, Enrico's Biscotti.
I strongly encourage all of you to go see it. (It's playing at the Regent Square theater through February 7.)
And now I'm going to go be quiet with my feelings for a while.
Superficially: it
