When Brighton described “Sweet Land” as ‘porn for women,’ I thought she was exaggerating.

I watched it this morning (long story about why I wasn’t at work) (okay, not so long – sick kiddo who wasn’t really sick but couldn’t go to the sitter because she was sick yesterday and whom spent the entire morning wearing a swimsuit in case I relented and agreed to take her swimming).

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah Sweet Land. Amazingly good (the story, don’t think about the details too much like the folks at IMDB or you’ll find plenty of technical crap). And yes, I cried. More than once.

And for any of you familiar with the movies that I normally watch – no, there are no undead, no talking animals, and they don’t blow shit up, even a little bit.