united 93

in the span of two hours, in a darkened theater, nearly five years of memory and experience dissipated, and it was the morning of september 11, 2001.

since seeing the trailer for the very first time, i have been waging an internal battle as to whether of not i would see this film. the conflict is understood by many of you, i'm sure; truth v. fiction, hollywood v. humanity. but as i am a glutton for punishment (especially of the self-inflicted variety), when anne mentioned that she was going, somehow my decision was made.

i was not surprised at how vividly my own memories of that day came rushing back, but i was surprised at how incredibly well the movie was crafted. it was carefully pieced together as a collage of events that told a greater story. it did not demonize or glorify. it simply reminded. it maintained an incredible amount of integrity and told the story with poignancy and thoughtfulness. and it evoked a series of powerful emotions, that have lain dormant for some time.

if ever their was a movie deserving of a re-write, this would be it. but history writes itself, and this was one case in which there was no happy hollywood ending. at least by recreating a piece of that day, i felt the movie paid a high tribute to the lives that were lost and to the lessons that were learned.