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precious-things-digest   Tuesday, February 17 2004   Volume 09 : Number 025



                               Today's Subjects:
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  Monster                                                 [ToriVolta@aol.com]

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Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2004 00:10:05 EST
From: ToriVolta@aol.com
Subject: Monster

Hey all:

I needed to write about an experience I had tonight.  First of all, I'm a 
bonafide Film Buff.  Secondly, I'm studying to be a Film Director.  Finally, I 
want to discuss with you all about an indie film called Monster starring 
Charlize Theron and Christina Ricci.  It is a true story about a prostitute (Theron) 
who has been raped, abused, and shit on by men all of her life.  She finally 
meets a woman who is a lesbian (Ricci) and falls in love with her. 

This is a story that was screaming to get told, and a story that was yearning 
to get told in such a brilliant and introspective way.  I had heard all of 
the buzz for this movie, such as Theron turning herself literally into a 
monster.  During the whole movie, you are spellbound.  Your are captured by the 
story, the reality of this woman's pain.  You are not watching from a squeaky, 
reclining chair above a soda infested floor.  You are in Theron's mind, right on 
the street with her, in the car giving head to some fat old man.  This movie is 
brutal, honest, and mysteriously uplifting.  When the movie ended, I remained 
in my seat and stared at the screen with tears plummeting down my face.  When 
I see films this engaging, they get into my skin, into my blood, and they 
settle on my mind.  I was speechless.  I made it out to the car, to my house, and 
into this chair to tell you, my hopefully interested friends, about a movie 
that you must see.  Not because of special effects (there are none), beautiful 
women (there are none), or hot lesbian sex (there is some-and if you are 
looking to get off, go watch Mulholland Drive).  Go see this film for the raw power 
it exudes, the desperation of the main character, the humanity that it holds. 

Peace Out,
Amanda

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