The second time I went to the film was the time I sneaked out of work early to drive to Harvard Square in Cambridge , Ma (which is the only place that was showing it at the time). I watched the film and had the expected second viewing response...just devastation, but when the lights came up and folks (not too many) were standing and leaving, there was one guy in like the third row, who was just sitting bent over, his head in his hands. You could tell he was weeping, and he was all alone. I wanted to go to him, but, hey...it's 2005...Boston...he woulda thought I was mugging him...but I've often thought about him, and what brought him to that point in his life..to that theater, and what caused that reaction for him.