When we realize it's depressing to consider people eaten by bears

I've had a vague sense of foreboding this week, and I think it's due to watching Grizzly Man three or four (or five) times a day for the last three days. That and the constant rain. My students seem to be reacting similarly: fascinated and repelled, relieved to see it end, yet unwilling to stop watching, hoping for more of the story.

On to Children of Men next week. I may have to watch This is Spinal Tap on my own just to recover.