Why Must Movies Be So Awesome?

May...may I post something here from something else? You see, I have this class that makes us watch movies every Tuesday and Thursday, and then we blog about them. And last night, we saw one of the best movies I have ever seen. It shook me to the core, and this, alongside Elmer Gantry, give me reason to reevaluate my Top Ten Films of All Time.

Now, help me out here. I want to make sure I'm not crazy. My recent obsession with Xanadu was absurd, I know (though justified). So maybe I'm just crazy. Surely it isn't normal to sit sobbing in a movie theater for the entire final ten minutes of the film. And surely it isn't a sane person who downloads both the movie score and the Broadway soundtrack the day after seeing this.

I don't know. Last night, I sat down to watch a horror movie. I wound up seeing one of the most beautiful, horrifying, truest portraits of high school (and adult) insecurities I've seen. It's haunting and magnificent, and making me question whether or not this should be the landmark film of 1976, instead of Network and Rocky.