That movie messed me up, yo.

I just got back from seeing Hotel Rwanda. Everything I have to say is trite and will be tainted with a heavy dose of liberal guilt and western shame.
Needless to say, I don't think any movie has affected me this much since I saw The Killing Fields, and that didn't even affect me as much.
I left the theatre speechless and emotionally wrecked. Throughout the last half of the movie, I was wondering when it would end, but I didn't want it to because I didn't know what I would do when it did. When it ended, I didn't really want to move, and I would have been content to sit in the theatre by myself, staring at the empty screen.
Nothing like a movie about a real genocide to render all your worries as trivial and superficial. Just this afternoon, I was worrying about what kind of cell phone I want to get...
I knew that this genocide happened, and I was upset about it at the time. I guess it takes a movie, filmed 10 years after the fact, to wake people up. That's pathetic.
I'm generally disgusted with mankind as it is, and this makes it worse.
I have a bunch more to say, but as the thoughts are jumbling in my head, it's unlikely to e coherent.
If you get the chance, go see the movie, but it might be a good idea not to go by yourself.