has put me into a movie depression.
I never watch movies, I especially don't watch two back to back. I was so excited to curl up on the bed last night to totally indulge in doing NOTHING before returning to work today.
It was like a train wreck I couldn't stop watching. Two of the saddest lives ever. Ok, maybe there are sadder lives but I should have just turned off the first movie [And Then She Found Me] all together when the opening scene involved her mom hounding her to have a baby because she was 39.5. oh lordie. Why do I do this to myself?
Independently? Thumbs up on The Savages, Thumbs down on the other [and not just because of the subject matter]