This is the second time I’ve seen it, and my boyfriend’s first. There are many things to get out of it and, though I am one who would want the good memories taken away as well as the bad (the good ones hurt more, in my opinion), my main take-away lesson is that love can bloom even when the lovers’ flaws are hanging about in the room with them and the ugly/boring/cruel side has made itself evident. It’s not society, class, age, blah, blah, blah, or blah, but the bad stuff within us and our inability to see around it to the good, that gets in the way of our relationships.