Sophie is the survivor of Nazi concentration camps, who has found a reason to live in Nathan, a sparkling if unsteady American Jew obsessed with the Holocaust. They befriend Stingo, the movie's narrator, a young American writer new to New York City. But the happiness of Sophie and Nathan is endangered by her ghosts and his obsessions.
Now for some spoilers. Divert your eyes if you don't want to know the ending to this hyper sentimental chick flick.
So after Stingo, Sophie, and Nathan all become friends, Stingo falls in love with Sophie. With much reluctance of course, Sophie confides in Stingo about her haunted past. She had to choose between her two children as to which one would be killed when she arrived at the concentration camp. Sad, I know.
But then the movie goes on and as Stingo continues to vie for Sophie's love and affection, you the viewer come to realize that the "choice" in the title of the movie is not the one having to choose between her children, but rather to choose between Stingo and Nathan. Nathan, being the crazy cat he is, suggests he and Sophie commit suicide together. I mean, nothing says love like a double suicide. In the end, she commits suicide and it is pretty fucking clear to Stingo she made her choice. Unless she knew he was into necrophilia. In that case it's still up in the air who she chose.
So while I'm not into sex with dead people, and I have yet to choose between which of my children I would let the Nazi's kill, there is a heart wrenching decision based on love I have to make every Monday night.
I have to choose between Peter Petrelli and Jack Bauer.
I can't fucking figure out which show to watch. I think of Heroes as my intellectual lover. Gets me to think and to question who I want to be. While 24 is more of the wham, bam, thank you ma'am kind of guy. Maybe I should consider it a sign that the actor who plays Stingo in Sophie's Choice plays badass Thomas Lennox in 24.
Really, thank God for DV-R.