Day 187.

Monday, July 6, 2009.

I have always loved movies. I love the whole experience of a movie - especially in theater. I love spending two hours immersed in another world, experiencing the lives of the characters and pushing myself to think outside of my circumstantial box. In theater, I love the popcorn (make that "loved" the popcorn, as I'm pretty certain I can't have it now that I'm dairy-free).

Once I met Jason, my movie-loving-boyfriend-turned-husband, the amount of movies I watched increased exponentially. Jason loves movies. Even more than love movies, he needs movies. He has a borderline-unhealthy obsession with his Netflix queue. He wants to watch movies just to be able to send them back.

Then comes a long a movie like we watched tonight, where we waited several weeks (a month maybe?) to watch it. It just never seemed like the right night. Tonight was the night, and we had no idea what we were missing when we put it off for so long.

I am grateful for The Lives of Others.

What a phenomenal movie. Not often do I think about a movie after it ends. I usually am able to step out of that world and go about my life pretty quickly, for better or worse. But sometimes a movie just HITS me. Hotel Rwanda, MILK, E.T. - just to name a few. The Lives of Others is (in my opinion) not as good as the just mentioned, but it is as thought-provoking. And for a directorial debut, it is fantastic.