No feeling is final.
Hello, Lovely Dancers. I just watched a delightful film called THE BOOKSHOP (based on a book by Penelope Fitzgerald). There were tears. There was also outrage (I truly wanted to smack Patricia Clarkson’s character--repeatedly). There was also a dollop of feistiness and a good deal sweetness. Perhaps that’s what good films do; make us feel the full range of emotions. Feeling all the feels, as the saying goes (wink to MM). The movie-watching experience was a rather remark