Went to The Passion yesterday afternoon. Pretty gut-wrenching. If I'd been at home, I would have been sobbing uncontrollably. I managed to contain my grief in the theater to a constant barrage of tears. At the end of the movie I had a huge lump in my throat, my muscles ached from having been clenched for two hours, and my head was on the verge of exploding. I don't think I've ever left a film before when the entire audience left the theater without uttering a word. Everyone I glanced at had the same worn, shell-shocked expression on their face...I'm sure I did as well.