Tonight, as part of some sort of fundraiser, they showed Baraka at the Tate Theatre at 10. I was supposed to meet Matt there after he finished teaching his class, but they started the movie early and if he came, I didn't see him. ;_; That is my second time seeing that film and I want to see it at least once more. I don't think anything has ever affected me like this. My heart swells at the beauty and horror of it all, and I go rigid and feel like I'm suffocating, and it makes me want to cry but I can never tell if it's from happiness or grief. It sounds incredibly silly, I'm sure. Still, I firmly believe everyone needs to see that film at least once in their life.