So, I didn't watch DS9 this evening. Instead I watched Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (www.imdb.com). Which was pretty alright, I felt.

SPOILERS TO FOLLOW.

However, now I feel like I am a heartless goddamned robot because I wasn't crying throughout the whole thing. The kid was crying. Max von Sydow was crying. Sandra Bullock was crying. It ended up being a heartfelt story about how a community came together and cried because a boy whose father that had died in 9/11 was trying to cope with reality (and grieve in a unique way).

I haven't been to New York. Or lived there. Or known anybody who had lived in or near there that didn't say that it was an angry, unkind place. Which, to some degree, undermined how deeply I could believe the premise and reveal towards the end. And, the mystery behind the key ended up being even more tenuous and random and seemingly miraculous when it turned out the key had nothing to do with anything the father intended.

But I did like some of the messages. That some things just happen, and they cannot be understood, they just simply are. And that, whether we like to admit it or not, our parents probably understand us better as people than we do.

Would recommend. Unless you're a fucking robot.