I can say with confidence that I absolutely do not ever want to be at 13,000 feet, but I can also say with confidence that maybe the experience would change me for the better and help me grow into the person I want to be. Then again, I might love being at 13,000 feet so much that nothing else will do, and I will unravel like a spool of thread in short order.
That’s what happens to young Anne in Anne at 13,000 Ft., a small indie film that took me way off my guard in the best way. You can read my short review of this short feature over at Paste Magazine.