Whiteout.

I watched Whiteout just now and I really felt for the old man. Doc. Ok, he was the villain, but still. At least he wasn't the one going around killing people. That would've been his partner. But anyway. My heart literally ached during the last few scenes where he confessed to everything before walking out into the blizzard holding a bottle of vodka or Scotch whiskey, without any protective gear on. He literally committed suicide.

Carrie: You don't have a granddaughter do you?
Doc: I don't have anything.

Oh God. That was just so sad. I mean, how can anyone not be moved by it. He was like a guy who'd given up on everything and now that his only backup plan pretty much blew up into pieces as well, he had nothing left. I pity him. He was one of the villains, or the mastermind behind the whole thing but he was well, he was a sad old guy and I really felt sorry for him. The way he delivered his last lines, the things he said, the way he said it, there was a kind of hopelessness and a sense of resignation in them. And when he stepped out into the blizzard to kill himself, holding a bottle of alcohol, that did it. That was SO sad, seriously, words can't do it justice. The resignation and the hopelessness of it! Killing! And that speech about the aurora australis before he opened the door added to the effect even more. Damn it wei. It was seriously so fucking sad. Damn kesian lah the old guy. I felt this dull ache in my heart when watching it because it was just so damn freaking sad. Words just can't do it justice.