and regrets--as an atheist--that there is no hell for people like him to go to.
Somehow I'll bet that you're one of those people that complain about how much religious people talk about their beliefs (especially when no way relevant to the discussion).
As for how I felt, I watched this movie at probably age 15 or so. Honestly, it was very heavy indeed. Sexual assault always is. But it probably wasn't quite as painful for me as male-on-female sexual assault. At the time, I had read a lot about Charles Manson, and had a clear idea of what these kinds of corrupt institutions were like back then. Maybe that helped to kind of desensitize me to it. Hard to describe, but I guess I felt was like I was "ready" for it, and probably would have messed me up worse had I gone in with naivety regarding the situation.
And I have to say that as I look back, I've not had a lot of close male friends who weren't two out of three of my brothers. I had one best friend in the Marines, a guy who was more than just an acquaintance to kick it with. But these days, we don't talk at all. I don't even like talking to him on Facebook, we've each done a complete 180, and have grown apart in life. Aside from that, most of my friends are actually female (no, I'm not gay). So the friendship depicted on film was kind of an "outside looking in" type of thing, as I had nothing at those ages to compare it to.
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