very good films leave you with such a blow you need actual time to recover from its impact. physically, immediate actions after watching the film, is stilted, hesitant and done with a little clanging in the brain and a bit of weight in the heart, something that feels like your throat being pulled down to your guts, or somewhere beneath your ribs. when you lie down, you feel wheelbarrow-ed over, and suddenly the earlier girly desires to blog about your new shoes [very chic, leather and just the right amount of pointy-toe] float about the back of your head, the emotions having been displaced to a heavier cause. the thing is, very good films can make itself relevant, no matter how diverse the situations of the viewer and the subject on screen is - that is, because it speaks about the human condition, and to the human heart, in a most raw, aching, bonecrunching, headspinning manner - that is, okay - it killed me. million dollar baby.