I don't normally have powerfully negative feelings.
Unless I read/watch/see something as hopelessly, desperately, pointlessly death-drive, postmodern and morally ambiguous as this.
The Graduate is about a guy who has recently completed his first four years and returns home with feelings of listlessness, hopelessness, lack of direction, etc. Wife of his father's business partner, Mrs. Robinson, offers herself to him in a disgustingly casual manner and he agrees. They have a horribly callous affair filled with no conversation or love. They just copulate to fill this void inside of them which is like stuffing yourself with more emptiness.
Then he takes her daugheter on a date (to a strip club so she would feel completely mortified, used and unloved) and then promptly falls in love with her after she bursts into tears. She love him back, and then Mrs. Robinson does everything to ruin his life and separate them. He treats everyone horribly in turn, stalks the girl and then they run away together.
After watching The Graduate (against my mother's good advice) I got on the phone and ranted to Cam. He listened patiently and then laughed his head off after I said I felt just as empty as when I read The Invisible Man (another story I CAN'T stand. Please don't make horrible life choices that you had complete control over, act helpless, ride backseat in your own life and then WHINE about it for the length of a novel!)
He said "I love how much you hate that book.
I didn't like it either, but I just think it's hilarious how much you hate it."
He suggested I should have watched Shaft or Pulp Fiction instead.
Ha. Ha. Another two I despise.
I just feel so wretched after reading/watching things like that.
Cam asked me "Do you know why you hate them so much?"
"Why?" I sighed.
"Because you care so much."
That made me glow.