Last night, I had the chance to watch Julia and was hating it and loving it at the same time. It hurt to see somebody so fucked up and trying (failing) to keep it together. Also, the pain she caused others was hard to bear. Maybe because I can personally relate, it was easy to love the character Tilda Swinton created with her masterful (again) acting. Watching her swirl down the toilet was painful bliss and when she crashed through the border wall I laughed with the cruel glee of pity. I hit rewind over and over to understand what “I’m going to take you to your mother” meant in the end. It revealed much that she could stick to her story so completely knowing it was a lie. Now that’s an odd moral.