A self destructive Buddy Movie, if there ever was one.
Deeply sad and moving.
I give you an allusion about the mood of this film:
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day.
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
(and yes, it's Wordsworth)
