Thirteen. I am speechless. It drives right into the center of your heart and doesn't let go. You see the movie, therefore you live the life of Tracy. And for 100 minutes, you are dragged through all the depths of hell and back. It is amazing. It is tragic. It is real. Knowing this, I can't shake off the aftermath of something so festering. God. I want to scream. Cry. Break Down. My heart is heavy. It's so overwhelming and powerful that you can't watch it again...atleast not for a long time... I want to see it again because throughout its entirety I had a headache and sat too close because the theatre was packed and seating was hard to find really. I want to watch it again from a nice distance.. and watch all of it's credits. I was shaking when I came out of the movie. My head still is.