i just got done watching the movie 4 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days, a foreign film about two college roommates/best friends who secure a black-market abortion for one of the girls in communist romania. holy shit, this is an intense movie. i mean, not as intense as requiem for a dream (watch that movie. it is the most intense, depressing movie you will ever see, and you must see it. after i watched it with prep and another close friend, i didn't speak for ten minutes, then pulled a blanket over my head and sobbed. and i am still telling you to go see it, so i think that indicates how fucking necessary it is for all human beings to view that movie) but still.
(spoiler warning) there's this one scene at the end, after the abortion has been completed and the non-pregnant best friend has buried the fetus (and yeah, you do see a shot of the fetus on the bathroom floor), where the two girls get some dinner. a waiter comes up to them and puts down a sample plate of dinner. what's on it? beef, liver, veal, and other assortments of meat. and of course he puts in right in front of the girl who has just touched her aborted fetus. i could not even look at it. jesus christ. (/spoiler warning)
i'm not much of a law-breaker. i will admit to the occasional bends, but i'm not going around robbing liquor stores or killing puppies. but if my best friend needed a black-market abortion (or hell, even an abortion in this country as a minor in the midwest), there is no law i wouldn't break to get her one, and god help the motherfucker who stood in my way.
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