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I still remember that Sunday, three years ago. I paid two dollars to go into the cinema because it was Movie weekend, and all movies that weekend were at a discounted prize. I watched Zero Dark Thirty, and here I am, over a thousand days later, still thinking about it.

I bring this up because Spotlight reminded me of the feelings and reactions I had that day. What impresses me the most is that I was watching investigative journalists do their job, and there was never the risk of somebody getting blown up to all hell, a danger which is ever present in Kathryn Bigelow’s film.
This is also a sadder and more infuriating film, for the Church is what human beings, albeit wrongly, put their faith in; nobody, as far as I know, put their faith in Islamic terrorists.
I say sad not only for the countless horrors inflicted by priests to their victims, but because those actions had consequences not only in the children’s lives, but in many of those who later witnessed or learned about these events.

Their faith is gone, perhaps forever.
“It’s a shitty feeling”, somebody says.”It is”, another replies. “It’s such a shitty feeling.”

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