lantana magicforest The main character, middle-aged male cop with marital problems, we’ll call him Nate, was jogging at a quick pace down the street, not paying attention to where he was going, when he turned a corner and ran directly into another middle-aged male jogger. The force was great enough that both men fell down and were bleeding profusely from their noses. So our Nate, supposedly due to his personal stress, completely loses his composure at this jogger, swearing at him, asking him where the fuck he was going, just completely laying into him. The jogger, rather than being mutually aggressive, staggers to his feet and starts to run away. Looking down, Nate notices the man has left a bag of groceries on the ground. Feeling guilty, he jogs with the bag after the man, calling out “Hey—” sort of apologetically. Well, when this jogger turns around, Nate realizes that this man is crying. Nate is unnerved, and in handing him the groceries, the jogger sort of falls into Nate’s arms, sobbing. Nate, not knowing what to do, holds him. Fast forward, Nate tells another character about the event. The other character asks him why the man was crying. Nate responds that he doesn’t know, with the classic line, “What makes a man cry like that?” Fast forward to the end of movie, where it shows Nate’s female coworker sitting alone in a restaurant, waiting for the mystery man we have never seen, the one she has never talked to but only exchanged glances with, and this mystery man walks up in front of her, and WALLAH! It’s the jogger, smiling at her. I have no idea why I find that whole miniature plotline so errantly beautiful but it makes me feel so good inside that I feel like I have to tell someone. I just love connections so much. It’s my own way of being romantic. 040222 what's it to you? who go blather from