My hometown of Russellville, Arkansas has always been safe. I never felt nervous walking to my car in the dark, and rarely heard of any bad happenings. So, as you can imagine, my shock when I learned from my mother that the worst family mass murder in American history happened in my own backyard.
This story starts with me, 17 years old, in my junior year of high school. At this point I have never once worried about a boy, or any relationship for that matter; school is the first thing on my mind when I wake up and when I go to sleep. I of course had friends (who even though are not my friends anymore, play a gargantuan role in the unfolding of this story) and they all happened to have Honors Chemistry during a different class period than me. So, naturally I went to visit them at the end of the school year during their class period when all of my AP teachers had finished what they were hired to do—which is teach until the exams, and then they were free. They had been talking about this boy who was a grade under us (this specific chemistry class was offered to both sophomores and juniors), and how they were pretty good acquaintances now. He was supposedly a smaller boy who was unbelievably hilarious, and one of the smartest people in his class.
The 2000 film, In the Mood for Love, from esteemed Hong Kong Second Wave director Kar Wai Wong, is one of the most elegant, decorous, modern romance films. With its melancholic undertones and extraordinarily artful cinematography, the Cantonese film moves past what a typical romantic drama covers, and delivers a poignant storyline that contains simplistic beauty in every shot.