127 Hours

Last night after Thomas and I spent some time with our drunken friends, we decided it'd be nice to go see a movie (it sounds incredibly cliche for couples, but it's definitely something we both love doing together). We'd basically already seen the films we were both hanging out to see, but Thomas knew how much I loved James Franco and that I wouldn't mind seeing his new movie.

'127 Hours' was directed by Danny Boyle, the same person who directed 'Slumdog Millionare', and I don't think any one else could be better fitted. I'm fairly certain most readers would already know the jist of the movie, considering it's a true story.
I enjoyed it immensely, and not just because Jimmy Franco was in my face for the duration of the film, and not because of what exactly was going on. Thomas wasn't too fond of it, and I can understand why. Although I enjoyed it a hell of a lot, and came out of it feeling like a different person, I probably won't see it again. The special thing about it wasn't so much what went on and how the movie played out, but the morals. What went through his mind when he thought he was going to die, what he was going to miss, his regrets and everything else you can imagine someone may think about.
His regrets weren't about what he didn't do as such, but the people he didn't do them with. The things he never said. His relationships with the people in his life were the most important thing to him. Not his accomplishments, not his college degree. His loved ones.

Do your best for the ones you love. Open yourself up to people. Love the people in your life. You need them more than you realise.