In 2004, my love affair with Boston began. I was lucky enough to be in the city when the Red Sox upset the Yankees and eventually went on to win the World Series. It was magical—the entire city came alive. Since then, I was enamored with everything Boston had to offer—Quincy Market, Newbury Street (girls), the Pru, clam chowdah, even the ridiculous accent.
So you can understand my confusion when I see Boston in movies—Hollywood consistently depicts it as the roughest neighborhood in America. Over the last year, movies like The Fighter, Shutter Island, and The Town show a different side of Boston from the one I’m used to. They show a city where shocking violence is commonplace, where people resort to criminal activity for their livelihood and where the ethical line between cops and robbers is negligible.
