"This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime."
1. I think my heart is breaking a little bit. I need to stop watching weepy dramas at 2am because it would not be nice not to be crying for half an hour straight at 3.30 in the morning.
OMIGOD, BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY TEAR DUCTS.
- You know what I just did? I just spent the last half hour in tears - and not JUST tears, I was fucking SOBBING - throughout the whole ending of Bridges. Fuck. I haven't cried like this at a movie since... The Notebook (shut up, I am a wimp and I love weepy romantic dramas), and can I just say I am SO glad right now that I wasn't watching this in a cinema because it would've been remarkably embarrassing trying to NOT draw attention to my heart shattering into a million pieces.
- Yes, this is the first time I've seen Bridges. God knows why, I've been wanting to for years. Finally did so tonight, since I had no life to add another movie to my 100-movies count for the year and I figured I might as well fill up those slots with Meryl movies since everything in cinemas now is dreck anyway. (Not that I'm not going to see Madagascar 2 later, I AM.)
- (SPOILERS IN THIS PARAGRAPH) Oh my god. I KNOW this movie is a blatantly manipulative melodrama, based on a blatantly manipulative book, but WTF WAS THAT. I couldn't breathe at the end for crying. COULD. NOT. BREATHE. I started tearing up pretty early, I must admit, because I'm apparently made of cream cheese and can't withstand the emotional assault of a deeply melodramatised FOUR-DAY love affair between an Italian housewife and Clint Eastwood a wandering photographer. But by the breakfast scene, when Francesca demanded to know if she was part of Robert's routine of "women" and whether they should just "fuck on the linoleum" one last time, I was breaking a little bit. Especially when HE said all kinds of heartbreaking things like "I don't want to need you... because I can't have you". ARRRGH. DO NOT SAY THINGS LIKE THAT TO MY TEAR DUCTS. And then afterwards, at the dinner table when she snaps and tells him she can't go with him, and THEN when she gathers herself together to welcome her family home, and AFTER THAT, when she sees him in the rain and they SMILE AT EACH OTHER and he goes away and her HUSBAND drives their van right behind his and her hand goes to the door handle and she has to decide AGAIN whether to leave and she can see him winding her chain around his rear-view mirror and FUCK FUCK FUCK. Oh and then I cried for ten minutes MORE when her husband apologised for not being able to give her the dreams she had dreamt - even though he had no idea how much she'd given up to be with him. AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH. Just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt. WTF. I cried during the credits. Because apparently I didn't cry ENOUGH during the preceding 30 minutes or however long I spent suffocating in my own tears.
- Meryl Streep is amazing. I spent the first 30 minutes of the movie going, awww, why are you so pretty even when you're playing a dumpy housewife (she gained weight for the role, and it's obvious), and then I forgot all that because I was too busy being pwned by the awesome. Fuckity. She puts SO MUCH into... everything. A gesture or a pause can break my heart. I love how her accent got MORE ITALIAN when her character was angry at Robert, the way a non-native English speaker's accent WOULD become more pronounced at greatly emotional moments. I AM A MASOCHIST AND WANT TO WATCH THIS AGAIN ALREADY. Because SDKFSLDFJLSDJFLS. Meryl is AMAZING in it.
*cries just looking at the cap*
- Oh, and I did notice things OTHER than Meryl. Honestly. Like, for instance, the fact that Clint Eastwood has no right to be as hot as he is at the AGE OF 65. Or as talented, since he directed and composed the music for this film TOO. WTF, man, way to make everyone else in the world feel inadequate - when Bridges was made in 1995, most people your age were retiring and sinking quietly (okay, maybe not so quietly) into their GRAVES. You hadn't even gone on to make some of your best movies yet! Okay, there aren't THAT many Clint screencaps I can find right now, largely because simplystreep is, clearly, dedicated to Meryl, but see, CUTE:
- Shit. I think I have exhausted my supply of happy!Meryl movies. I am solidly in drama/weepy territory. Fuck. I don't know if I can take another evening like this one. OMIGOD. ONE TRUE THING. CANCER-VICTIM!MERYL. NOOOO. I've seen it before, years ago, and I remember CRYING BUCKETS AT THAT ONE. If I watch it again, I think I might literally die.
- Tomorrow I MUST go and buy Death Becomes Her - or She-Devil, because hai, Roseanne Barr is unlikely to make me cry, aside from the strangeness of her being in a film with Meryl Streep - and put them on an endless loop or something. (I've seen both these movies, btw, and loved them. Death >>>>> She-Devil, because She-Devil is apparently a critical abomination, but I saw it as a kid and am thus probably inclined to be very forgiving towards it.)
2. Okay. At least I'm going to see Madagascar 2 later today, which is highly unlikely to drag me through a similar emotional wringer. Looooong brunch with noldoparma planned - we've set aside three hours for it, LOL - and then movie. Then I'll catch up on comments, I promise.
3. Also, am caught up on sleep. I went to bed at 4am on Saturday morning and decided to not set an alarm. Woke up at 11am (and was duly horrified at myself), and went back to sleep. I DID keep getting up... but not permanently, until about 5.40pm. O_O
4. It was a nice night in by myself and with my computer, however. I ducked out for a quick Japanese dinner at J8, but spent most of the evening... urm, making icons and a header for somebody else. I spent more time on that than on my OWN header, dammit. I think this means I've got to whip something new up for myself soon.
5. Do you guys get the feeling that I have TOO many fandoms? I don't think my brain can handle all this awesome right now. I'm almost glad I'll be out of the country and away from TRULY regular internet for Julia's concert. Because how could I conceivably keep my brain inside my skull at that point?
6. GOING TO BED NOW. IF I CAN SLEEP. And not weep quietly into my pillow. :P
OMIGOD, BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY TEAR DUCTS.
- You know what I just did? I just spent the last half hour in tears - and not JUST tears, I was fucking SOBBING - throughout the whole ending of Bridges. Fuck. I haven't cried like this at a movie since... The Notebook (shut up, I am a wimp and I love weepy romantic dramas), and can I just say I am SO glad right now that I wasn't watching this in a cinema because it would've been remarkably embarrassing trying to NOT draw attention to my heart shattering into a million pieces.
- Yes, this is the first time I've seen Bridges. God knows why, I've been wanting to for years. Finally did so tonight, since I had no life to add another movie to my 100-movies count for the year and I figured I might as well fill up those slots with Meryl movies since everything in cinemas now is dreck anyway. (Not that I'm not going to see Madagascar 2 later, I AM.)
- (SPOILERS IN THIS PARAGRAPH) Oh my god. I KNOW this movie is a blatantly manipulative melodrama, based on a blatantly manipulative book, but WTF WAS THAT. I couldn't breathe at the end for crying. COULD. NOT. BREATHE. I started tearing up pretty early, I must admit, because I'm apparently made of cream cheese and can't withstand the emotional assault of a deeply melodramatised FOUR-DAY love affair between an Italian housewife and Clint Eastwood a wandering photographer. But by the breakfast scene, when Francesca demanded to know if she was part of Robert's routine of "women" and whether they should just "fuck on the linoleum" one last time, I was breaking a little bit. Especially when HE said all kinds of heartbreaking things like "I don't want to need you... because I can't have you". ARRRGH. DO NOT SAY THINGS LIKE THAT TO MY TEAR DUCTS. And then afterwards, at the dinner table when she snaps and tells him she can't go with him, and THEN when she gathers herself together to welcome her family home, and AFTER THAT, when she sees him in the rain and they SMILE AT EACH OTHER and he goes away and her HUSBAND drives their van right behind his and her hand goes to the door handle and she has to decide AGAIN whether to leave and she can see him winding her chain around his rear-view mirror and FUCK FUCK FUCK. Oh and then I cried for ten minutes MORE when her husband apologised for not being able to give her the dreams she had dreamt - even though he had no idea how much she'd given up to be with him. AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH. Just thinking about it makes my stomach hurt. WTF. I cried during the credits. Because apparently I didn't cry ENOUGH during the preceding 30 minutes or however long I spent suffocating in my own tears.
- Meryl Streep is amazing. I spent the first 30 minutes of the movie going, awww, why are you so pretty even when you're playing a dumpy housewife (she gained weight for the role, and it's obvious), and then I forgot all that because I was too busy being pwned by the awesome. Fuckity. She puts SO MUCH into... everything. A gesture or a pause can break my heart. I love how her accent got MORE ITALIAN when her character was angry at Robert, the way a non-native English speaker's accent WOULD become more pronounced at greatly emotional moments. I AM A MASOCHIST AND WANT TO WATCH THIS AGAIN ALREADY. Because SDKFSLDFJLSDJFLS. Meryl is AMAZING in it.
*cries just looking at the cap*
- Oh, and I did notice things OTHER than Meryl. Honestly. Like, for instance, the fact that Clint Eastwood has no right to be as hot as he is at the AGE OF 65. Or as talented, since he directed and composed the music for this film TOO. WTF, man, way to make everyone else in the world feel inadequate - when Bridges was made in 1995, most people your age were retiring and sinking quietly (okay, maybe not so quietly) into their GRAVES. You hadn't even gone on to make some of your best movies yet! Okay, there aren't THAT many Clint screencaps I can find right now, largely because simplystreep is, clearly, dedicated to Meryl, but see, CUTE:
- Shit. I think I have exhausted my supply of happy!Meryl movies. I am solidly in drama/weepy territory. Fuck. I don't know if I can take another evening like this one. OMIGOD. ONE TRUE THING. CANCER-VICTIM!MERYL. NOOOO. I've seen it before, years ago, and I remember CRYING BUCKETS AT THAT ONE. If I watch it again, I think I might literally die.
- Tomorrow I MUST go and buy Death Becomes Her - or She-Devil, because hai, Roseanne Barr is unlikely to make me cry, aside from the strangeness of her being in a film with Meryl Streep - and put them on an endless loop or something. (I've seen both these movies, btw, and loved them. Death >>>>> She-Devil, because She-Devil is apparently a critical abomination, but I saw it as a kid and am thus probably inclined to be very forgiving towards it.)
2. Okay. At least I'm going to see Madagascar 2 later today, which is highly unlikely to drag me through a similar emotional wringer. Looooong brunch with noldoparma planned - we've set aside three hours for it, LOL - and then movie. Then I'll catch up on comments, I promise.
3. Also, am caught up on sleep. I went to bed at 4am on Saturday morning and decided to not set an alarm. Woke up at 11am (and was duly horrified at myself), and went back to sleep. I DID keep getting up... but not permanently, until about 5.40pm. O_O
4. It was a nice night in by myself and with my computer, however. I ducked out for a quick Japanese dinner at J8, but spent most of the evening... urm, making icons and a header for somebody else. I spent more time on that than on my OWN header, dammit. I think this means I've got to whip something new up for myself soon.
5. Do you guys get the feeling that I have TOO many fandoms? I don't think my brain can handle all this awesome right now. I'm almost glad I'll be out of the country and away from TRULY regular internet for Julia's concert. Because how could I conceivably keep my brain inside my skull at that point?
6. GOING TO BED NOW. IF I CAN SLEEP. And not weep quietly into my pillow. :P