On death and the perfect film

True Story: In film school at Temple University, every single class used The Graduate as an example of practically perfect story telling. Sometime during the semester, you could guarantee that the professor would pull out that trusty DVD, fiddle with the smart classroom technology that never worked quite right, and show us the opening of the movie. It got to the point that, in my final semester, we all groaned when we saw the box cover.

I can still close my eyes and watch the first 20 minutes of that film without even trying...but, and here's the thing, I've never seen the rest of the movie. Ever. I've tried several times, but I just couldn't make myself watch those first 20 minutes again.

Safe passing Mr. Nichols. Thank you for a perfect opening to a film. Now maybe I'll go watch the rest of the damn thing.