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Jesus. Talk about a movie. Jesus.

Of course it didn't start out like that. for the first 45 minutes or so I was literally folding my ticket into various shapes, playing with my friends hair or just generally trying to distract myself from the awkward nudity and statutory rape taking place on screen. However, 50 minutes in I suddenly became hooked.

Damn, you wanna talk about a movie that struck chords. Ladies, remember this kids mental problems and teach your daughters, this might happen for women too of course. The first love, if it goes wrong, can seriously fuck a person up for life (barring therapy). Wish someone had let me know that earlier. 2) the trial. ow....ow ow my heart ow. 3) angry jewish woman...that was different but realistically done. 4) life inevitably goes on and the next generation grows up naive and innocent, hopefully guided past the same mistakes by the last generation.

maybe that's what happened to america, at some point one of the generations just didn't teach the next one and things started to fall apart. the 60's? maybe. that's kinda when the kickoff to shit town began.

...non sequitur: I have a plant! It's growing well. green things make for happy folk.

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