A proposal for protecting the creative process from prudish sensibilities
It all started Saturday night when we arrived at the Hamilton Multi-Plex to find that "O Brother, Where Art Thou" was sold out and the only movie with tickets available was "Requiem for a Dream," of which we knew only two things: one of us had a friend from home who said it was good ? and that it was rated NC-17.What followed was possibly the most intense two hours I have ever spent in a movie theater: a cross between "Snatch," "The Cell," "Kids" and the most upsetting parts of "Traffic." I left feeling drained, a bit disturbed ? but not offended or angry ? and convinced that the NC-17 rating was well-deserved.It's not every day that one sees an NC-17 rated movie, so I got to thinking.




