The director of one of my favorite films, The English Patient, died suddenly. He was 54. Story here. I love, love, love The English Patient. Minghella made a movie out of what some thought was an impossible novel to translate to the screen (one Oscar the movie didn't get but many thought deserved, was for the adapted screenplay). And don't even debate me on whether or not you would have left Katharine in the cave while you went to look for help. Her bones were broken. And Count Laszlo didn't know he'd be held captive thus delaying his return. Dang that is a good movie.
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