One night when my parents weren’t home, a middle-school-me had HBO all to herself. While flipping through the channels, I came across something entirely new, strange, and at that time, profound—Richard Kelly’s Donnie Darko. I caught it midway through, but was hooked from the beginning right through the end, an end that truly blew my 13-year-old mind.
“Best. Movie. Ever,” I declared. I told all my friends about it and persuaded my mom to buy it for me within a week. I spent days watching it over and over again trying to unravel the ending. I have to admit—I still don’t really understand it.
