After a few of my monday mid-day therapy clients cancelled, I had an unusually long lunch break, so decided to catch a movie at the nitehawk across the street. In that context, it was an extra horrifying and smothering watch for me. Got lots of questions swirling around up here (who's job is it to help people get better? can any of us actually do that? if someone can't fix out stuff for us, can we even fix it ourselves?…