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We found a few hours the other night to watch Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

Have you seen it? You should.

The movie, like the book before it, is extremely divisive: you may despise it. As Jon Foer said when Mother Jones asked him:

MJ: Do you think readers will hold you to a higher standard because of the subject?

JSF: If they do, that’s good, because books are held to too low a standard. People don’t care enough. They don’t get worked up enough. They don’t get angry enough. They don’t get passionate enough. I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.

But I didn't hate it; I loved it.

"It's that movie about 9/11," everyone will tell you. Which it is.

But it's really a story about parents and children, about the living and the dead, and about how we each have to discover who we are and where we came from.

It's about tall things and airplanes, yes, but it's also about the search for the legendary sixth borough, about maps and clues and the voyage of discovery, about 472 people named Black, about facing your fears and riding on the swings, and about the key that unlocks it all.

Are you there? Find the stairwell. Come home.