Let me start by saying I lived in Boston at the time. I was flying home from out of town when the explosions went off and my flight was delayed into Boston as a result.

I visited the memorial at the barricade, then at the corner when the barricade was removed, and then I left flowers at the memorial in Copley when it grew too big for the corner. I walked by the site most days.

I knew people who were there, who worked nearby. I was a part of Boston Strong, I donated, I even bought a Statie's lunch one day because it's what the city was doing.

Boston came together in a way that can only happen when the heart of it is threatened. Everyone supported the police in a way which, as the real commissioner says at the end, he'd never seen before.

The movie is well done. It's respectful to the "good guys", depicts the horrors of the event in a striking way (perhaps too heavy handed, but it does well at getting the point across).

But there's this horrifying turn, after the bombing in the film, where it becomes more of a revenge film than anything else. The audience in my theater cheered a little when one of the guilty parties was hit

with a hammer and run over, then laughed when he was stood upon like a prize game.

When the second perp was caught, the movie dramatized his capture by showing the FBI operative lift the man over his head and slam him with the definition of unnecessary roughness onto the ground. The audience

cheered again.

And like.. I know what happened. I know how many people were hurt, scarred, wounded, killed. I know what they did is terrible.

Still, it makes me uncomfortable. The utter disrespect for a human or human life because they're "evil".. isn't that exactly what we're accusing them of? What we're fighting?

The idea that violence is okay as long as the person deserves it?

I guess not. This is Trump's America, after all. But it made me cry. Not the movie, but the audience reaction to it.

The love came as an afterthought. Boston Strong, the city banding together, how everyone stayed home and stayed tune and did what they could to help.

That was in a few minutes of "real interviews" at the end, not really shown in the film itself.

It left me feeling emotionally exhausted

i lived in boston at the time myself as well. i was in chinatown when it happened, which really wasn't that far away. my sister worked on newbury, and i remember trying to call her & the cell lines being down

and that was really scary bc she was just heading into work then. i remember riding the trains that week felt really unnerving too bc we really had no idea of what was going on or who did it, and bc i lived in

jp i had to shelter in place on the day that everything went down in the end. the city coming together like that and how genuinely GOOD people in the city proved themselves to be, that's the real story there

i still want to see the movie bc i want to see how they handled it since i was there watching it unfold, but i'm glad to get to read your thoughts here to better prepare myself

lycanthropy101: Yeah the lines being down was awful. I couldn't get a hold of my roommates. :c

And yeah the shelter in place thing was intense. I was over in Eastie. Growing up in Salt Lake, nothing like that had happened before. Not the bombings, obv, but also not the city shutting down

Chinatown is def scary. Did you hear it go off then? Was your sister okay?

I don't remember hearing anything but I started to hear all the ambulances and then I knew something was up. My sister had her headphones in so she didn't realize anything was wrong until people were

like WHY ARE YOU WALKING TOWARDS IT

She got to the store she worked at and they sent everyone home and she had to walk bc they shut down the trains in that area

Yeah.. crazy stuff