Angels in America
: I just saw the first half of Angels in America; I hope you did, too. It is brilliant and beautiful and wrenching and painful.
By now, we have all been touched by this horrid disease; we measure degrees of separation from the virus and its toll.
What Angels does so well is confess to the ugliness of death. Death is not proud. It is not glorious. Death is death.
Early in this epidemic, I watched my closest friend die this death. Angels brought back all the terrifying mystery, all the anger, all the mistakes, all the regrets, all the pain, honestly, brilliantly.
Thank goodness that HBO will rerun it a hundred times. No excuses. Watch.
