Ugh. I just watched
a movie that was supposed to be a sort of dark, sort of twisted-funny, artsy-fartsy kind of thing.
Which it was. Except, like, 50 times harder on the dark bit. All the characters were bad people, and it genuinely depressed the fuck out of me worse than any "sad" story where I actually cared about the characters. Which, you know, mad props to a work of art that can make me feel so strongly against my will. That was most definitely the point of it.
You ever seen the movie
Kids? Same kind of deal. But I'd watch
Kids again before I'd watch
Happiness again.