Reviewing Movies

I just used a few hankies to wipe my eyes but found myself splitting my sides laughing at the same time. That's the kind of movie experience provided by the Cure. One little boy dying of aids contracted from a blood transfusion and one loner with a chip on his shoulder over the rotten deal his parent's divorce has dealt him discover a unique friendship that transcends disease, public fear, and parental disapproval--at least on the part of Erik's Mom. Dexter's Mom is that unique individual who loves her son so much that she is willing to risk separation even though her time with her son is precious, exploitation, even poisoning to enable her son to experience life and friendship rather than dwell on the inevitabilities of his disease. Even his Doctor holds up hope rather than reality when the disease reaches its terminal stages. The two are the terror of the pediatric ward right up to the point where crying wolf proves to be all too real. This is a male bonding movie not a disease of the month exhibition.