Matt and I just finished watching, "Slum Dog Millionaire" and I feel like I want to stab my eyes out with Q-tips. It's the kind of movie that makes me want to sneak into my babies rooms just to gaze at some innocents for a few minuets. Well done movie, but really, really hard to watch and not suck my thumb and want to adopt every sweet, beautiful orphaned Indian child. So tonight as I sit at the computer, traumatized, all I want to post is memory of watching the fireworks at Disneyland this spring.
Ok, I think I can sleep now.
Monday, November 16, 2009
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I loved that movie so much! And JJ and I had the exact opposite reaction: We thought it was a total triumph of the human spirit- but yes, very sad and depressing too!
That's one I still haven't seen. I'm curious now.
Loved the fireworks. They were cancelled every night that we were there...
hmmm, I haven't seen it yet. Not sure I want to though. I know it's going to be depressing...
I was squirming in my seat so badly the first half of that movie! However it redeems itself in the end. Don't go see 'Precious'. From what I've read, that one is even worse torture.
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