Last night I went to see "4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days". I knew it was going to be harsh and that it would hit me somewhow but I HAD to go. The movie is not a tough critic on illegal abortions as one might think although it depicts the tyrannical nature of the social system and its laws through the eyes of a merciless, cruel and despicable abortionist.
It came as a surprise though that I would come out of the theatre thinking about a feeling such as friendship: I could not help thinking this is what true friendship is all about - the dignity of two girl friends who sacrifice for each other and take numerous risks without asking for anything in return. I always thought of myself as a true friend, one that does anything for the ones she calls Friends, but today, after seeing this movie I am not sure anymore...
Awkward I thought to myself when I found myself stirring uncomfortably in my seat because of this unendurable tension that wouldn't let me breathe properly. Yes, it is a fact I am 90% against abortion, yes, it is a fact that the last scene of the foetus lying on the bathroom floor makes your heart cry and your soul shiver. Nonetheless I stood there, still, wondering how important friedship is and how remarkable things turn out to be.Friends, this is a must.
