My buddy Brent Peterson died from cystic fibrosis at 23. This movie was right on the money regarding all elements. I saw Brent in William. I saw Brent during the drinking scenes, the tapping of the body to have the mucus move around in order to breathe, the first pill scenes, his one love before he passed, his thirst for adventure, having awesome parents.
The final scene was moving and full of appreciation that I have lived into my 30s and the road ahead looks interesting.
Brent never asked for sympathy or your help -- he was a surfer, an individual, a funny guy who would always be down to go out and have a beer. The writer for this movie did a flawless job.
The final scene was moving and full of appreciation that I have lived into my 30s and the road ahead looks interesting.
Brent never asked for sympathy or your help -- he was a surfer, an individual, a funny guy who would always be down to go out and have a beer. The writer for this movie did a flawless job.