I tried to watch Atonement last night but I had to switch it off before it all turned too hideously bleak, which it turns out is only 40 minutes in. It breaks my heart. When I first read the book it caught me up in an unexpected wave of hopelessness for days, as if the anguish was my own. The film is so beautiful that I've been tempting myself to finish watching it all day but, like when watching Titanic, I switched it off at the perfect point to pretend that they all lived happily ever after. On an end note, I think I actually hate the character of Briony more than anyone I've ever known.
Keira Knightley love strikes again.