september 11th
In general it takes some sort of personal connection for a movie to move me. I didn't have any friends of family involved in 9/11, and I had no sentimental connection to the world trade towers. So when I began to feel uncontrollable empathy for a woman who had lost her son I couldn't make the connection. I'm not muslim, I dont have children, and I'm not a minority. Then it hit me. Ive experienced losing someone. Pretty much everyone has at one point in their lives lost someone close to them and it doesn't really matter how they lost that person it still hurts. Losing someone doesn't nessicarily mean they died they could have changed or moved... but their gone. I felt empathy for the muslim woman who lost her son and I wished I could have helped her. I felt worse for her then I did for the dead son. Ive never died so its harder for me to make that connection. The film maker did a great job of not only showing the mothers pain but the entire families pain. To make things worse the community outcasted them and labeled her son a monster only to flip and then call him a hero. The use of time and emotion moved me in this film and I think the scene where she is screaming and banging on the train door "thats my son" will be something I take with me forever wherever I go.
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