I seem to be stuck in a bad habit of watching extremely depressing (foreign) films about (male) homosexuals.
It's not that they are bad films (some are) but they just leave me feeling all depressed and sad at the end. I mean I kinda had it coming with the other one
(I was kinda silly thinking a movie with Nazis would have a happy ending), but somehow I thought this time it wouldn't be this bad. I'm not sure why since everything pointed to a sad sad sad journey. But I was foolish. The city lights blinded me to the depravity and corruption of the underworld.
Oh and I watched Stage Beauty
(for about the third time this week) so it wasn't a wholly depressing day.