We saw United 93 last night. My neck muscles are sore from the tension it caused. I expected to cry, but it wasn't really that kind of movie. I got choked up seeing the pictures of the World Trade Center, as I always do, but mostly the movie was just intense, frustrating, and suffused with dread from beginning to end. There are no names, no back story, no exposition, and no subplots. No one falls in love or is reunited with their long lost father. It just unfolds before you as if you're there, and you wish you could join the passengers in rushing those little twerp highjackers and beating the crap out of them.