The scenario was completely ridiculous and utterly manipulative. It would have been next to impossible for housekeeping to not notice that they failed to close the adjoining room's side of the connecting door when they shot the bolt, and the likelihood that they'd have left balcony door open, too, so that the banging of the dead bolt against the door plate would have caught the pilot's attention. Still, as soon as the camera revealed that the door was open, everyone in the theater thought of the fully-stocked minibar in the next room. Of course the pilot noticed it, too. Of course he selected one of the miniatures (premium vodka), slowly opened it, inhaled its aroma. Of course he then put the lid back on it, placed it on the counter and turned away from it. As the camera zoomed in on that little bottle, the tension in the theater was palpable as they hoped against hope that he would make the right decision. Obviously most of these people never lived with an alcoholic, or they wouldn't have gasped as his hand came into view, snatching the bottle up.
So much of this movie reminded me of my dad. But if he ever experienced the protagonist's eventual moment of finally saying, "enough of this!" it was right before he put the bullet into his brain.
When he was in his subsequent AA meeting, he described that moment of knowing he just couldn't lie anymore. I could relate to that in a completely different way.
This was a very hard movie for me to watch.
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