we have worlds beyond the worlds, we have mountains beyond the mountains, yet the legend is always the same, yet death is never the truth, but the limitation, yet death is never the limitation, but the only metaphor. If I write rose, it blooms in my hand; If I die, I am the flesh of void.
Edward Zwick - the master of mediocre direction, mushy sentiments and poor storytelling; the movie's redeeming value wholely hinges on its quality performances