“Dancer in the Dark”
24 February 2001
Tonight I saw the most painful movie I’ve ever seen, in fact the only painful movie I’ve seen in my life. I was fidgeting and squirming, covering my eyes, shaking, and moaning during this horrible thing. A half dozen people left the theater during some of the worst parts. My wife nearly vomited. I still feel ill hours later.
There was nothing gruesome or frightening in “Dancer in the Dark.” It’s not a horror flick.