Watched Dancer in the Dark last night. My boss suffered severe headache during the film (due to the erratic movements of the camera) and threw up in the men’s room. He decided not to continue and waited for us outside. Michelle though it was entirely funny while Raymond slept on it. Meanwhile, Mabz and I have our tearducts extreme workout.

I considered it one of the best films, though in all likelihood my friends would find it exasperating. What exactly made me like this film was its perfect portrayal and deep exploration of human despair, the suffering and loneliness of being a single mother (Selma), the fear of a husband losing his wife because of financial woes (Bill) and the feeling of being miserably in love (Jeff).

Belle, you should watch it and tell me what you think of it.