Toby and I finally sat down and watched our rented dvd of Bully last night. I was worried as I do not like to watch violent shit, I tend to hide behind someone or cover my face with my hands. In more recent times, l just stopped watching it period. But last night, even though I hated the film Kids, (for reasons outside of holy cow look what that 15 year old, zitty kid just did with his dick shock-value tactic) I watched Bully. It was (at best) an x-rated After School Special, heavy on the pedophilia. I was not shocked or put off by the violence. It wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t amazing. It didn’t make me angry or upset or mad or sad. I watched and sipped water. I waited until the end. It could have been done in about 1 hour on 20/20 or A Dateline Exclusive (45 minutes if you count the commercial breaks). Only then we wouldn’t have been able to watch a young girl poor red wax all over her bare-chested, man-lover who may have (I’m not sure) had bigger breasts than she. I did wonder, however, why was the Marty’s sentence was death and the other active stabbers and beaters were just given life?