If I wanted to cry within the first few minutes of an opening act, I’d masochistically insert “Up” into my DVD player. But real life is gloomy enough. If I turn to the news, I can watch media mad men spouting off terms such as “the money shot” while documenting the worst oil disaster in U.S. history. And with that in mind, a movie that montages from sweet innocent youth to orthopedics and last rites does little to lift my oil-slicked spirits.
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