Do you ever watch a movie again that you haven't seen in years, and all you remember is that you loved it?
Last night, Bertie and I watched Swing Kids. The few scenes I could remember from it were the very beginning, a death, and a box of ashes. I could remember the feeling of watching it - the poignancy.
I was near tears a few times - friends split by delusions and secrets. And at the end, I was on the verge - until the last 5 minutes.
All I have to say is - what were the writers thinking? How did the director and producer let that get by?
Katie, Bertie and I were actually laughing in the last scene because it was so ridiculous.
"Swing Heil!" Give me a break. No one would say that. That would never happen.
I could not believe that I failed to remember the ridiculousness of the last scene. Never again. Maybe next time I'll just skip that last bit. Chances are good.
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