Doubt

Este film es de los que considero no para todo público es un poco lenta la trama, pero aborda un tema muy polémico y delicado de tratar y más en la actualidad además a lo largo de todo el film, nos hace debatirnos en cuanto a que ocurre en verdad, por otra parte hay un pequeño punto en la trama una conversación entre dos personajes que nos deja mucho para reflexionar,como ¿hasta que punto las cosas son malas para todos? ¿puede alguien con tal de sentirse aceptado, feliz o cómodo, aceptar algo que no esta bien en verdad? ¿como limitar eso como sociedad, esos términos de bien y mal antes un caso particular como ese? de verdad a mi me sorprendió por que durante la trama mantuve mi criterio firme, hasta que vi esta conversación y me sentí como uno de los personajes totalmente desarmada de argumentos que para defender al ser querido de otra persona y quien limita algo pro de la misma ese ESE mismo ser querido.... en fin espero que la vean y opinen al respecto como lo mencioné tiende a ser un tema muuuuy polémico y delicado pero de lo cual se puede hablar y se debe hablar considero en lo personal. Dejo una frase del film:

"A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man whom they hardly knew - I know none of you have ever done this. That night, she had a dream: a great hand appeared over her and pointed down on her. She was immediately seized with an overwhelming sense of guilt. The next day she went to confession. She got the old parish priest, Father O' Rourke, and she told him the whole thing. 'Is gossiping a sin?' she asked the old man. 'Was that God All Mighty's hand pointing down at me? Should I ask for your absolution? Father, have I done something wrong?' 'Yes,' Father O' Rourke answered her. 'Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbor. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be heartily ashamed.' So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. 'Not so fast,' says O' Rourke. 'I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me.' So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed. 'Did you gut the pillow with a knife?' he says. 'Yes, Father.' 'And what were the results?' 'Feathers,' she said. 'Feathers?' he repeated. 'Feathers; everywhere, Father.' 'Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind,' 'Well,' she said, 'it can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over.' 'And that,' said Father O' Rourke, 'is gossip!'"