Bad movie makes good.

I went to see "Little Ashes" yesterday, even though it's reviews have been almost unanimously bad. The criticisms have largely centered on the performance of Robert Pattinson. of Twilight fame, as Salvador Dali. It was in fact not possible to take him seriously in the role. But I don't think it was his fault. I blame it on the director and possibly the stylists for making him look ridiculous (even though Dali did too). The story itself is compelling, especially regarding the life of Federico Garcia Lorca. Javier Beltran was quite good in the role. And the weirdest thing happened to me. At one point Lorca was standing on a building thinking of jumping. And later, of course, he is killed. I only say "of course" now, because I knew almost nothing about him before seeing this film. But at both moments, and especially when he dies, I felt ripped apart. I was so upset that I thought I might have to leave the theater. Now, when I see his name, I have something of the same feeling. What is it? A strange resonance? Emotions from a previous life?