Finished the second half. It's the best movie I've seen in ages and aeons. Besides the obvious beautiful and tragic ending, may I say that it has the best love scene I've ever seen. Anne and Peter are upstairs, and she's playing with a pencil....there's like five minutes of conversation (I should say monologue -- she does most of the talking) as they play back and forth with it. Sounds cheesy, no? But it was so emotionally tense -- made every fiber of your being long......why don't they make movies like that anymore? I would far rather watch something with content, and plot, and characters that you can relate to than all the sex and violence in the whole world! And yet, there was plenty of terror and violence in this movie...the terror was more real because it was, obviously, REAL. The worst part of course is knowing the inevitable. Kind of like Titanic....you know eventually the boat will sink. Anyway, more on this later -- I have to go wash the mascara off my face.....