There is no logical reason that I, of all people, should be writing a review on this movie. I hate watching anything overtly gory and violent, and I still close my eyes during the scary parts in horror movies. Not that this movie is overtly gory (well except for that one part) or scary, but it has those moments where your mind is convinced Quentin Tarantino must be hiding in

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I was five steps outside of the movie theatre when it happened. I try not to be a complete basket case most days, particularly when my company happens to consist of two people of the male persuasion. I cried in front of two men. One of them was my dad. Don’t judge me. Some films allow you to glide through them in manageable strides. AMOUR plunges you waist deep into

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