I've decided I really don't want to see this movie. Yes, I read the story. Yes, I found it sad, and tragic, and the ending stayed with me for a long, long time. Yes, Heath Ledger is a hottie. But no, I've no intention of going to a movie knowing I'll walk out depressed.
Does this put me in the minority? Probably.
Do I care?
Ducked into Crazy Clark's before work this morning, to pick up a roll of sticky tape. Walked out with a cylinder containing ten rolls of tape, a Christmas T-shirt, five 200ml bottles of Pantene shampoo which was on special for $2 each - so what if the labels are written in Thai? I can't read them in the shower without my glasses anyway! - and two cat toys for the kittens I'm boarding for the next week. And I just KNOW there was something else I'd seen in there that I wanted; I think I'm glad I couldn't remember what it was.