“I went to the park so she wouldn’t have to clean it up.”

It’s amazing how some people can be so considerate with their moments of extreme selfishness.  It is amazing that someone of real faith can be so faithless and so foolish. 

I love movies that most people would consider sad.  Movies that tend not to end on an unrealistically positive note.  In Bruges and Up in the Air are two of my favorites.  American Beauty.  Even Love actually on some levels.  I think, the more I think of it, the more I realize that I just want something more realistic.  And I want a story of someone flawed who seeks, or maybe just falls into, redemption.  But I have never seen anyone have a complete renovation of character and soul after one event.  Sure, finding love is great, but then what?  That is why the end of The Graduate is perfect.  People are messed up, life is messy, and no matter what events transpire, no matter what revelations you may have, that stuff is still going to be there.  Can you cope with your guilt?  Is that woman you are starting to really fall for secretly terrible?  Can anyone really change?  There is potential for movies to make us really think, really look.  I like this.  Nothing gets wrapped up in a neat bow.  This is a lie; a fallacy that threatens us all. 

“Great fucking day this turned out to be.  I’m suicidal, my mate tries to kill me, my gun gets nicked, and we’re still in fuckin’ Bruges!”