Waterloo Bridge

Whoa! Hollywood on freakin' methamphetamines. It was RIDICULOUS. Ridiculous entertaining, that is (warning: spoilers):

Boy meets girl. Boy and girl fall in love in one evening (say, 4 hours). Boy and girl get engaged the next morning, but just barely miss the church's "last call" for weddings. Boy and girl postpone wedding until following morning. Boy gets called away from his furlough one day early, so wedding doesn't happen. Meanwhile, girl gets fired from job for going out with boy. Girl and friend live in poverty. Boy's wealthy mother (the lucky break) finds girl, but girl blows it because she's just read newspaper that boy died in war and is beside herself with grief. Girl falls ill for several months. Girl's friend starts turning tricks to support them two. Girl starts turning tricks too. Boy comes back, turns out not dead at all. Boy and girl go off to get married. Girl starts guilt-tripping and kills herself. The end.

Is that bipolar or is that bipolar? At the beginning of the movie I thought it was so hare-brained: if the girl knew anything about human nature or men's shittiness, she would know better to believe a man when he says he'll love her forever and they've only known each other for a few hours. So naturally I saw that things had to take a turn for the worse. But then the movie went ahead and outdid even my direst predictions. Turning tricks, indeed - how dramatic!