saw this movie this weekend with fianz and beth. it was horribly sad and, considering the subject matter, horribly beautiful. i walked in with roger ebert's review ringing in my ears, but walked away thinking he couldn't have possibly watched the whole movie--or, if he did, confused as to how he could have possibly misunderstood it to the extent that he must have. it comes highly recommended; but take beth's advice and employ the "buddy system." this is not a "see it on your own" kind of movie. if nothing else, you'll need somebody with you to hear all of the things you'll have to say once it's over. more importantly, and i challenge anybody to feel differently: you will walk out completely expecting stanley tucci with a gross blonde hairdo to come out of the shadows and try to lure you into an underground cave.

either way, i say: see it. and then avoid going into your basement to wash your laundry for the next two weeks.