Julie and I went to see Monster's Ball last night. I'm still working on forming a solid opinion of the movie. I didn't love it. And I didn't hate it. It was less than two hours long, but it seemed endless. I'm pretty sure if they were to edit out the dramatic pauses and the scenes of Billy Bob Thorton cleaning up blood stains, the movie would have been fifteen minutes long. The story was interesting, except it was moved along mostly by a series of unbelievable coincidences.
What I definitely liked about the movie were the performances, which were pretty amazing all around. The movie had a very real quality to it. Oh, and Halle Barry nekkid. That was cool.