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"PinterestFacebook4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days\nI was pleasantly surprised to find this film available On Demand in the &amp;quot;in theater/independent film&amp;quot; section. After reading about it, all I wanted to do was head over to a dark theater in NYC, eat some biscotti and read the subtitles. Afterwards, I&amp;#39;d have a glass of red wine at a quiet bar lit only by stubby, melting candles, and talk shop with a friend...But, BAM--back to reality, I found myself on my couch on Saturday night skimming through the movies and almost surrendering to the Nanny Diaries.\nFour months, three weeks, two days is the story of two friends--Otilia helps Gabita secure an illegal abortion. The film was disturbing to say the least and offers up another side of unplanned pregnancy in an oppressed time (Romania, 1980)--let&amp;#39;s face it, everyone doesn&amp;#39;t get Knocked Up and fall for the immature stoner, or have a kid and open up a pie shoppe, like in __Waitress,write a blog, call it__Storked!\nThis film was a testament to friendship, an example of the helplessness one often feels when discovering they are shockingly pregnant (I thought that was quite universal, despite the day in which it was shot). I resonated with main character, Gabita, when she panicked on the edge of a hotel bed: &amp;quot;What am I going to do?&amp;quot;\nI was most moved by the cinematography, though. The camera was more concentrated on real-time emotion than action, itself. It certainly was a long day. It exhausted me. I was particularly taken when the camera closed in on Otilia&amp;#39;s back, as she sat hunched over in the tub after trading sex for her friend&amp;#39;s abortion. I felt uncomfortable and even a bit dirty, staring at the shameful, cowering back. Just one scene that makes this movie relevant in a day where we let big-bang blockbuster weekends define art.\nI was a bit disturbed by Gabita&amp;#39;s lack of knowledge per her own condition. Was it two months pregnant...no three, well maybe four (ah, note the title). Certainly four as the outcome was a gruesome, tragic result--a small, still, bloodied fetus, discarded down a garbage shoot--never to have a chance. There was a lack of compassion--a simple request to bury the fetus, seconds later to eat dinner, smoke a casual cigarette was a bit too glib for me--despite the times, it was still unsettling. She counts on her fingers trying to recall her last period and explains she is not regular--in this moment you realize a child is pregnant with a child...she is incredibly removed from her reality...Her pal Otilia did EVERYTHING (found the cash for it, met the doc, booked the hotel...) for her--except have the abortion. But you see, the film isn&amp;#39;t just about abortion--call it a metaphor for survival, even freedom if you will. It&amp;#39;s a way out for Gabita--her only option in a time where poverty is real and abortion is taboo.\nNonetheless, it was a film that got me thinking as I lie my head down on my pillow, inches away from my sleeping son...Thank God, time and time again, Jack Domenic is here...Thank God I am twenty-seven, living in a time where being a single mother is relevant...living in a time where we women have options...\nHas anyone seen the film? (See it). Now, I know your thoughts on abortion, but what about late, second trimester abortions? JD was kicking me at 14 weeks--that&amp;#39;s my thought on late abortions. Is there a fine line? I guess there is for me."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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