I run between what I remember, and what is forgotten.

http://www.thedocumentaryblog.com/index.php/2008/04/21/hot-docs-review-betrayal-nerakhoon/

There are several movies I am anticipating, but I am especially interested in "The Betrayal." The above review sangs it's praises, and I am haunted by the images and sounds from the trailer. Something about anyone from Southeast Asia. At random moments, I might see a Southeast Asian face and my heart will ache, and I feel as if there is a string tied to a part of my heart that is connected to theirs. Other times I might see such a face and feel alienation and pain because it reminds me of my own Otherness, if I am having a particularly internalized racist moment. Anyway. That review pretty much gives the whole story away. I wonder if my desire to see it is an act of masochism, considering that I am pretty sure it will hurt too much to watch, that I will cry buckets, and be completely devastated. But it might be cathartic to vomit out those emotions, especially since this is a documentary, and this was/is real. I think, as I get older, I can tolerate watching emotionally devastating movies a lot more than when I was younger.