All I remember is the anger. Pure, unbridled. The film was a blur, a gap in my timeline, a black hole in my mind where two hours slipped away. I tried piecing it back together, but that just hurt; like assembling a jigsaw of broken glass while somebody's beating your hands with a hammer, and the world keeps shaking in front of your eyes, unable to focus on a single image.
Rage was all I got from that film. It was a dark time in my life.