Letters from Iwo Jima

We went to a Sunday matinee. Dad and I missed the first few minutes of the movie. I left after an hour, before characters started dying en masse, and ran some errands and came back just after it ended to pick up Dad. I really wanted to see the movie, but I didn't want a repeat performance of several weeks ago, when I cried through the last half hour of Pan's Labyrinth. People who know me never peg me as sentimental and are amazed when I tell them I often cry at movies.

Dad liked the movie. His only complaint was that anachronistic language was sometimes used to describe the military equipment. He blamed this on both "Japanese-Americans" and "Japanese who are too young and don't know anything".

I'll see the movie later when it comes out on DVD. The first hour looked very good.