I’m watching The Postman tonight.
Again.
I’m sure I’ve seen it a couple of dozen times at least. The first time I watched it was the Saturday after its release and I was alone — completely alone — in the theater.
I remember how I felt. On the edge of my seat. Breathless. Coming out the theater and being frustrated that there wasn’t anyone for me to talk to about it.
I already loved the book going in and I loved the movie. I still do. In fact, it’s my favorite movie.
That’s right. My favorite movie is one that nearly everyone else hates.
And that’s okay. I love it anyway. It’s the kind of story that makes me want to be a better writer.