I just got back from United 93. I went alone, following my plan to the letter.
My plan was to have 2 drinks before the showing as a bracer for what was to come. I had 4. (Crown Royal if it matters.)
I knew what was coming. I know how the movie ends. It's not enough.
45 minutes in, after everyone on screen knows it's a high jack, my jaw clenched.
50 minutes in, jaw still clenched, I start to mutter "MFer's, those MF'ers" under my breath.
60 minutes in, I start to tear up, along with the clenched jaw and MFer's under my breath.
70 minutes to the end the movie, I am sobbing. Not tearing up...sobbing. Not uncontrollably, just clenched jaw, MFing, sobbing.
You need to be ready for this movie. You need to see this movie.