I'd watched pieces of it before probably... 7 years ago and I remember feeling incredibly moved then. But I'd watched it on HBO and couldn't catch the whole thing. Plus it's 6 hours long. And I've wanted to watch it since then, but when you know you have to put your absolute most full attention on every word of a 6 hour movie, it's difficult to bring yourself to do it.
So I finally put it to the top of my netflix, I THINK because Justin Kirk is a main character and now that I'm more familiar with him, I'm more interested in things he's in (and now I'm flat out OBSESSED with him!). And then I accidently got the 2nd disk first so I had to wait. But last night I felt up to it at about 1:30am. I thought I was just going to watch the first disk. BUUUT, and I should be able to foresee these things but somehow I never do, after the first disk ended I HAD to watch the end.
BUUUT then it turns out that I couldn't even see straight at... I assume 5:30am although I didn't look--I've been waking up so early that I couldn't take it. So, when I found myself having to rewind to catch the words, I decided I HAD to put it down or I wouldn't get the full affect... I would waste it.
My dreams were SOOOO CRAZY! Involving AIDS and COMPLETELY epic. Scary and sad and turbulent and poetic like the movie. And I even woke up for a few minutes this morning, but decided I couldn't stay up. And I WANTED to go back to the dream and see what happened but I figured I wouldn't be able to. But I DID! More crazy and epic AIDS dreams. I think my brain was trying to finish the movie for me.
I'm sure they are, but I hope the people who made the film are super proud. If I ever made a film half that great, I could die completely satisfied.
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