This was one of the scariest movies I've ever seen, oddly only up until people started dying. Somehow it became more comfortable then-- then one was no longer in an innocent world about to be shattered, but in the world we inhabit today.
Made me think of September 11, obviously. So here's my September 11 story: My professor was late to class. We were all twitching and wondering if the 15 minute rule would apply. He then came in and told us that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I remember thinking, in a disinterested way, "so this is history". He went on with the lecture. After class, I happened to meet a girl I knew from high school in the engineering center. She told me they had hit the Pentagon. That was just too surreal to sink in. She asked if I was ok. I said I was and went on with my business, I had to get some form signed, I got on my bicycle, went downtown, and got it signed. I marveled at the fact that life was going on as normal. The newspapers on the stands still said everything was alright. Then I went home, and like everyone else turned on CNN and watched the planes crash into the towers and the towers collapsing over and over and over again, as if sheer repetition was the only way to get something that big into our heads. And then made brownies. The next day I was sitting on the porch and dropped a teacup when a military plane flew overhead.
After seeing this movie I feel sort of lightheaded almost. It was very well done. The thing that came across the best that I hadn't remembered very well was the fact that no one knew how far it would go. Once there were four planes, then how many? How powerful was this enemy? No one knew.
And the Islamic prayers at the beginning and throughout are very beautiful. Almost too beautiful.
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