Just saw "Cidade de Deus" ("City of God") thanks to the generalistim-netflix-co-op-thing. An excellent film, but a really sad one. I set myself up the whole time expecting that Rocket was going to die by accident somehow in the final scene, but it was even sadder somehow that he was one who escaped the Cidade de Deus against a half dozen alone in the final shot who didn't: with new nicknames and hit lists and guns and businesses and rackets and ambitions and sworn enemies. Words don't even begin to convey my... some emotion... guilt? that's the closest thing I can think of --- that I am so privileged to be able to, for chrissakes, think and write and comment about such horrific violence instead of having to live in fear of it.