Henry Poole Is Here

For a sympathetic misanthrope, a life skeptic who prioritizes reason over emotions, and a stubborn atheist, this film represents the same symbol as a concentration camp for human rights defenders. With eyes widened in horror, I watched the influx of positive energy, love, and divine grace. I felt like a cowboy who, after a tiresome anabasis in the Midwest while herding cattle, comes to Kolaloka bar instead of the Trigger Whiskey Saloon, where I was served by members of the Salvation Army and preached to about God's grace. And it could have been worse. The more luck, love, and miracles condensed on the screen, the stronger the feeling grew in me that a dance festival was taking place on my testicles and Hannibal Lecter was toying with the rest of my body. With the closing credits, I felt relief like a traveler in the Sahara when they see an oasis in the distance. Overall impression: 25% for the acting. (09/11/2014)