Last King of Scotland

So I watched The Last King of Scotland last night. Wow. I see why Forrest Whitaker won the Oscar. I was simultaneously charmed by and terrified of his representation of Idi Amin.

If you haven't seen it, you should.

But (spoiler!) the scene where he has Garrigan strung up with hooks in his chest, I couldn't actually watch. It was too horrifying. I hid behind a pillow.

Yet I still felt a kind of affection for the character. It's really fascinating... how do we fall in love with dictators?

And with that giant question, I'll go play some LEGO Star Wars. Much cheerier. :-)