smell my mango

i went to the international cinema again last night and saw "the scent of green papaya," a vietnamese movie. it was really strange. i guess i'm used to hollywood, because whatever this was, it wasn't that. it was one of those movies where you're just supposed to relax and listen, and look, and feel. but after a day like yesterday i really wasn't ready for that. the end was satisfying enough...a little abrupt, but happy which is always nice.