I don’t often watch tragic, dramatic or terribly sad films/movies/shows these days.
I’ve had enough of that for real in my life and too often, even when based on “true stories”, especially when based on “true stories”, they feel maudlin and contrived. I find myself angry (really deeply angry) at the too quick a fix, too beautiful a death; at the too clean, too lovely, too romantic and all too seductive suffering – and for me, all of it too untethered from its referent.
I often fast forward through the sad bits. I’ve felt that enough. I’m watching to forget.