browngirl

indeed, I made someone who owed me a favour go to see it with me in Toronto; I knew I'd be ticked off at bits of Columbus' directing, but it doesn't matter, it's Rent. I warned him that I was calling on him to come with me because he was one of the few people I can cry around, and I knew I'd be crying during it, and he sort of blinked at me, but indulged me.

I got to the title card (no people had even showed up yet!) when I started tearing because the story speaks to me so viscerally.