I wish I had.
The only reason to watch the film Sleepwalking, other than a great performance by Charlize Theron (who isn't in enough scenes to justify that reason), is that your life will look great the next day, no matter what is going on. Not only does an atmosphere of despair prevail over this film until the very end when a cliche message is conveyed to one character by another- and then another - the movie revolves around returning to one's abusive family roots and playing that dysfunction out until it leads to tragedy.
I not only watched this movie, but invited the friend who asked me to order it based on the movie trailer. "That looks good," she said. Poetic justice. She had to sit through it with me. Afterwards, she sheepishly said "Well the trailer looked good."
And, also, as I mentioned before, did our lives. We switched over to the Olympics happily, our problems forgotten. The next day the sun shone brighter. After all, I thought, I wasn't any of them.
Whew.
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LMAO!
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