
This weekend, I watched the movie Bella. It's a pretty simple movie plot-wise-- former pro soccer player helps out pregnant waitress recently fired by his brother and emotional drama ensues. This is what complicates things-- the emotions experienced by the main characters as they agonize over past actions and future decisions. I heart it-- it's a love poem to New York, and a warning against hasty decisions. Plus, there's a lot of spanish woven throughout which i love! And...have you looked at the main character? Wow. That's all.
Ok it's not all. Another reason I love this movie is because it's about love. Not lust, not erotic, and barely even about romantic love. It's about the purest form of love-- disinterested, sincere, and unflaggingly generous. And it's beautiful.

