There are few days in my life that I will never forget. The day my parents seperated, the day I got booted out of my house, and September 11th, 2001.
I felt like I got gut-punched that day. At first it was hard to understand what was going on. How could 2 planes hit both towers? That doesn't make sense. Could someone have possibly done that on purpose? Why would anyone kill so many people?
I got mad, like we all did. I wanted hellfire to rain down on whoever did this awful, despicable thing. Then I got sad. I imagined all the children waiting for their parent to come home, whom never would. God that day sucked. And we couldn't get away from it. It was everywhere and it was all we could think about.
I understand why a lot of people don't want to go back to 9/11. I was hesitant myself but after Ebert & Roeper's glowing review I felt kind of obligated to see United 93.
First of all, this film works like gangbusters. It is shot like the new Battlestar Galactica show, all handheld, in and out zooms, desaturated, grainy stock. It feels completely authentic. I'll bet this movie is at least 75% accurate as to exactly what happened that day.
And this film gave me the same tragic, sickening feeling in my stomach that I got that day. I felt very sad at points, almost to tears actually. Seeing that second plane hit that tower was that same gut-punch all over again. I think it was even more powerful this time, knowing everything now that I didn't know then. And then when everyone was calling their families and saying goodbye, that they loved them, a combination to a safe with a will in it. In large part this film is about facing death. Knowing you're going to die and how you cope with that.
United 93 is a powerful film that I think should be shown in every public education facility in this country so that people know what terrorism is. It's so important to see the gruesome and tragic face of what that kind of all-consuming hatred is. of course at some point there will hopefully be a film made about the 100,000 Iraqi lives we took in trade for the 3,000 Americans who died on that black day, but that's another story.
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I felt like I got gut-punched that day. At first it was hard to understand what was going on. How could 2 planes hit both towers? That doesn't make sense. Could someone have possibly done that on purpose? Why would anyone kill so many people?
I got mad, like we all did. I wanted hellfire to rain down on whoever did this awful, despicable thing. Then I got sad. I imagined all the children waiting for their parent to come home, whom never would. God that day sucked. And we couldn't get away from it. It was everywhere and it was all we could think about.
I understand why a lot of people don't want to go back to 9/11. I was hesitant myself but after Ebert & Roeper's glowing review I felt kind of obligated to see United 93.
First of all, this film works like gangbusters. It is shot like the new Battlestar Galactica show, all handheld, in and out zooms, desaturated, grainy stock. It feels completely authentic. I'll bet this movie is at least 75% accurate as to exactly what happened that day.
And this film gave me the same tragic, sickening feeling in my stomach that I got that day. I felt very sad at points, almost to tears actually. Seeing that second plane hit that tower was that same gut-punch all over again. I think it was even more powerful this time, knowing everything now that I didn't know then. And then when everyone was calling their families and saying goodbye, that they loved them, a combination to a safe with a will in it. In large part this film is about facing death. Knowing you're going to die and how you cope with that.
United 93 is a powerful film that I think should be shown in every public education facility in this country so that people know what terrorism is. It's so important to see the gruesome and tragic face of what that kind of all-consuming hatred is. of course at some point there will hopefully be a film made about the 100,000 Iraqi lives we took in trade for the 3,000 Americans who died on that black day, but that's another story.
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