I love that bitter-sweet feeling when a film moves you at the core, and it ends, and you’re left all full of the weight of truth and the an unbearable longing, and you just want to hug the playwright, the directors, and the actors, because it all comes together into one, great, big masterpiece.
And that’s when you hate that you saw it alone, because you want to talk about it, and you can’t.
Here are some great lines from Angels in