Exhausting just how diametrically opposed people can be with regards to..well, most

everything.  That flick hits me like a bus!  Has been a yearly trip to cathar for...hmm, ..I

can’t remember how long. & there’s not much in the story that applies directly to my life.

..Suppose it sinks into my mind, the whole time, in metaphors of coerce n connectivity.

You said: “What a laugh” [?!?] 

(Good grief, Cy, I think you’re just bustin’ balls to get a rise outa somebody.  I’m not

proud of my lack of restraint but you succeeded.) ..Almost wish db hadn’t made a cameo

in this flick so whooping-it-up wudn’t come across as a das David Baerwald  fan response

mechanism. The [pick-up &] apartment party scene was a departure that could have been

staged in one of a hundred different ways, but it plays---sets a cool tone, acts as a bridge.

In my opinion, the arc of descent/ascent leads faithfully where th filmmaker intended.

The Crossing Guard  is in my top ten favorite films..to go back to again and again,

Not to feel good, nope, but to b knocked to shit & back again by humankind.

Perhaps you should self-immolate a while, Cy, increase your sensitivity

to dark, captive, cinematic perfection?  (…. Scratchin’ my head

:O) Or maybe it’s me who should light m’own self aflame,

& search the skies for signs of more critical analogy. 

P.S.  Jeez. I nearly posted a quip

& a clip from The Crossing Guard th other night---that would’ve been too weird.