The Problem of Evil

It's close to 5 AM as I write this, and there's no way I'm going to get into all of the thoughts provoked by my screening of next week's 9/11 thriller United 93. The film can be approached at so many angles, so many conflicting angles. Tragedy as entertainment. Movies that are critic-proof. Can we in actuality say that a movie is good even though the events depicted are absolutely horrible--in other words, are we doing a disservice to those who died by saying we "enjoyed" this movie? How this movie compares to the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. What I feel about 9/11, how my perspective of it is skewed, almost embarassingly skewed. And what about that other "Flight 93" movie that appeared on A & E in January? Do we dare even compare the films? This might take hours to write in the way that I want. Just know this: I think it might be the most intense movie ever made. Critics throw hyperbole around to the point that it loses its meaning. But trust me when I say I can't think of another film that has left me more physically/mentally drained.

As an afterthought, I caught Friends With Money. There was only one way I could have seen this movie in the same night, and that was seeing it before United 93.