Light title, heavy film

I have seen a tremendous amount of films in my life, and out of that vast multitude there have been a lot that have involved serious and weighty issues - crippling emotional pain and devastation due to loss, agonizing guilt over an act committed, varying degrees of suffering, rage, redemption, every possible desperate situation known to humankind - and out of all those films, I would say that less than a handful of them have dealt with these subjects as eloquently and brilliantly as 21 Grams.

This is an aching raw nerve of a film, an emotional mindfucker of an experience, and I'm finding myself almost unable to convey the unrelenting power of it in words. In fact, I'm thinking it's probably a waste of time to try to do so. I'll just say this: it's not an easy film to watch on any level, starting with the confusion you will feel because of its fractured structure, and the subject matter is no picnic in the park either, given the staggering depths of anguish that the three main characters are in throughout. Just check yourself in wherever you can find a theatre that's showing it and experience its profundity for yourself.