Just a quicky. I'm just home from the movies. I had been talking about seeing the newly released Director's version of Donnie Darko for weeks, and I finally hauled my arse in there.

What a beautiful movie. I'm still crying, an hour afterwards. A gentle, melancholic cry.

The movie was so well created; the acting, the writing, the depth of the characters around the central characters... I don't know if, in part, I particularly related to it as it was set during a period of time that I was just finished growing up, so the music was familiar, the tracksuits, the 10 speed racers, the artwork... all I do know is that I often cry during movies (big girl's blouse that I am), but I'm wholly aware that I'm being emotionally manipulated and that it is a superficial response that will be forgotten as soon as I get to the carpark. This was, and is different.

If I could have written a movie, I wish that I could have written that one.