I really love independent films. Don't get me wrong--I love a good Matthew McConaughey chick flick as much as the next girl, but there's something about indy films that make you want to make the world a better place. Maybe it's the kinds of films I choose, but it seems to be consistent.
I joined Netflix while Phillip is deployed for something to do when I have nothing to do. Okay, I always have something to do but I don't always feel like doing it.
These are some of my favorites:
The Motorcycle Diaries: The story of 2 cousins/doctors who take a road trip around South America on a bum motorcycle, their ultimate destination being a leper colony. The language is kinda bad (even worse because you have to read it in the subtitles), but the message is good.
The Girl in the Cafe: Two loners meet in a cafe and he invites her to attend the G8 summit with him. Not an entirely believable story with security measures being what they are, but a strong message about ending poverty.
Henry Poole is Here: The story line isn't as important as the internal faith struggle of a terminally-ill man. It gave me a good perspective of how people who were never raised with or have walked away from faith must feel when they are presented with the idea of believing in something that seems so unbelievable.
Arranged: The story of two teachers, one Muslim and one Orthodox Jew, who become friends after their students ask them if they hate each other.
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Sarah,
My email is acting up--I'm guessing that's why I haven't heard anything in a couple days. My messages have been sitting in the "out" box--but I can still get on the internet. Weird, huh? I'll try to get it fixed soon. Love you.
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