11 am: Morning class is canceled, no where to be until 4. Molly has just made a large pot of coffee and cigarette butts from last night's party of three adorn every plate, ash tray, old cup and vase that has been abandoned within the last few days. records are homeless from one end of the room to the other, and molly, kevin, and i squeeze on the abused love seat built only for two. "I fucking love this movie." this is repeated all morning. It is not only beautiful and tragic, but it makes you want to be a lot of things. a little boy in rural england with silly sweaters and large trousers, for instance. something about this movie makes you want to fight, for everything and nothing in particular. it makes you want to riot in the streets, but also sing silly british songs and shoot tin cans in an empty field. Is it the sense of time and place that brings forth these conflicting emotions? the characters development from loneliness to a brotherhood that progresses into ugliness and loneliness once more? I am not sure, but I fucking love this movie.
