My husband and I went to see World Trade Center this weekend. It is a must see movie. My fear was that, with Oliver Stone directing, it would take a sacred day in the memory of all Americans and make some sort of political commentary out of it. That did not happen.
It was the story of two Port Authority cops, and their families, on September 11, 2001. It was beautiful and heartwrenching and sensitive. It relieved the horror of the day, but through their eyes. So not everything that happened that day was obviously told; but the import of the day unfolds slowly, just as it really did.
I needed more tissues than I brought, because to be reminded again of what happened, that was painful. To be reminded again of the hurt of so many people who could not find loved ones. But it is important, I think, especially with the airline plot that was just uncovered. It is important to be reminded that people out there are still trying to hurt us, and they have not stopped, and this is what they are capable of.
So yes, there was that, but there was also the hope and heroism: that people exist who lay down their lives for strangers; who value life, not death, and who value life so much that they will die to preserve it for others. Both the Port Authority cops portrayed exhibited their faith, as well some of the rescuers and Marines involved in the search and rescue operation after the collapse of the towers.
This was one of the truly worthwhile movies of the summer.