Good Movie.
Nay, Great Movie.
(It even had a Bollywood dance number at the end!!!)
It's been a while since I've been actually spiritually moved by a film. Or cried while watching for that matter. Yes, I hate to admit it but I spent the majority of the first hour crying on and off.
Poor (financially speaking or otherwise) children always get to me. Though it might have been because the kid reminded me of Elvin D:
About Me
- Sharlovely
- El Segundo
- Make art not war. I drink copious amounts of tea. Slaughterhouses make me cry. I am obsessed with food, and as such, I eat constantly. Music makes me loose control.
