I just remembered a movie going experience i'd totally been repressing, apparently. Back in the mid 90's, a friend of mine was a film critic for his university's newspaper. He was given two passes to a critic's showing of an upcoming movie, and he invited me along. I hopped the train and met him in the city, ready for free entertainment. The film? Breaking the Waves by Lars Von Trier...
Oh holy crap was that a terrible movie. It was disturbing, depressing, and held no entertainment value whatsoever. I actually thought it was a bit sexist, too. I loathed that film, and refuse to see anything by that particular director to this day. We left the cinema in such foul moods, nothing could cheer us up...
Oh holy crap was that a terrible movie. It was disturbing, depressing, and held no entertainment value whatsoever. I actually thought it was a bit sexist, too. I loathed that film, and refuse to see anything by that particular director to this day. We left the cinema in such foul moods, nothing could cheer us up...