one movie that i remember a lot and kind of has an impact on me is called (i think) Life is Beautiful. it's an italian movie (has subtitles) about WWII, and this italian jewish man, who marries the girl that everyone wants, and basically has a great life, until WWII starts. then he's sent to a concentration camp, with his son. then the whole time, he's trying to make it into a game, and protect his son, who was supposed to be killed cause he was too young. the mother goes to a concenration camp (i forget why) and is working and i believe finds her son's clothes, and breaks down. then, at the end right before the allies, come, the father dies, but he tells the son to go and hide, and then the allies come, and liberate the camp, and find the boy. then the boy is sitting on a tank as it's driving down the road, playing with the soldiers, and then they pass his mom on the side of the road, and then i think it ends.
yeah, it's a bunch of gibberish up there, but that movie left a lasting mark on me, and it's kind of interesting, cause i didn't even plan to watch it. i wound up walking into the den, and my dad was watching it, so i sat down and watched it.
i think i'm going to go to sleep now and stop the rambling...
