We Are Savage.

We are savages.

All of us.

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I saw the movie SAVAGES today and loved it.  The movie, in my opinion, was a brutal portrayal of love and the desire of family. It was heartbreaking. It was graphic. It was sickening. It was warm and cold and achy and completely savage. If I'm being completely honest, however, what I loved most about the movie wasn't the plot - it was a bit predictable. It wasn't the artistic style of the film - there was hardly any new shooting styles except a slightly skewed camera angle here and there. And it wasn't the brutal nature of the film, the way the blood spilled so freely, so closely to the camera. Nope.

I loved the brutal and savage way the characters loved. I loved their romance, their need to be a family. I'm talking about all the characters here, because every single one of them - every single motive in the plot, the script, the film itself - was propelled by the desire for family. In a way, that is what made this movie so savage, and so beautiful. So compelling. I fell in love with the three main characters in the movie, equally. I couldn't imagine one without the other, and the idea of any one of them leaving the group seemed crazy. There's is a threesome, and it's an awfully good one at that.

I also loved the bad guys in this film. Why? They were horrible. They were mean and nasty and violent. They were cruel. But they were not evil. They were, simply, savage in the way they approached life. In what they wanted. Here, we are back to family. To the desire for one, or for people that make up what we think a family should be. Here, the bad guys are simple good guys in masks. Horrible, cruel masks.

But still, for me, it all comes back to the three main characters. I fell in love. Each of these three characters found a place in my heart. I felt like I understood them, like I could believe in them. They were flawed and brutal and sweet and horrible in their love. I got it. I got them. And I can't ask much more than that.

They are savages in love, and savage in the way they do.

And, maybe, so are we.