At the end of a great film, you might sit back for a moment and reflect on what you saw. In the days following, images may pass through your mind, evoking something deep–a memory, a feeling, an insight. But rarely are you reeling from revelations in its aftermath, unable to shake them off.
Most people going to “Boys Don’t Cry” know that it is about some hate crime that happened somewhere to some girl…or to some girl who dresses like a guy, or to someone who was gay or lesbian… or something.
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