on_thecouch - What movies make you cry?
These days, just about everything. I watched about twenty minutes of Finding Nemo on television the other day, and I cried for about half an hour.
The first movie I remember ever crying at was Mary Poppins, which my uncle took me to see in theaters when I was eight. I was devastated by the ending. Looking back, I see how beautiful and right it was, but at the time, I was distraught. The first movie I remembering crying at as an adult (well, almost) was The Way We Were, when I was sixteen. I don't really think I need to offer an explanation for that one.
But the most I have cried at more than any other movie in my fifty-two years has got to be Reds, starring Warren Beatty, Diane Keaton, and Jack Nicholson. I didn't see it when it came out in theatres back in '81. I rented it about five years ago on the recommendation of my good friend Abby Ross. I watched it alone in the living room, all three and a half hours of it, when Jonathan was in Granville. When he came back, he found me on the couch. Sobbing. Choking, sniffling, absolutely beside myself and unable to speak. It went on like that for close to an hour. To this day, whenever I stop and picture the ending of that movie, I get choked up.
Oh, and I scared the living daylights out of Clark at the tender age of four, when we watched Bambi together. He told Jonathan that Mommy was sick and needed to go to the "hopsital."
The first movie I remember ever crying at was Mary Poppins, which my uncle took me to see in theaters when I was eight. I was devastated by the ending. Looking back, I see how beautiful and right it was, but at the time, I was distraught. The first movie I remembering crying at as an adult (well, almost) was The Way We Were, when I was sixteen. I don't really think I need to offer an explanation for that one.
But the most I have cried at more than any other movie in my fifty-two years has got to be Reds, starring Warren Beatty, Diane Keaton, and Jack Nicholson. I didn't see it when it came out in theatres back in '81. I rented it about five years ago on the recommendation of my good friend Abby Ross. I watched it alone in the living room, all three and a half hours of it, when Jonathan was in Granville. When he came back, he found me on the couch. Sobbing. Choking, sniffling, absolutely beside myself and unable to speak. It went on like that for close to an hour. To this day, whenever I stop and picture the ending of that movie, I get choked up.
Oh, and I scared the living daylights out of Clark at the tender age of four, when we watched Bambi together. He told Jonathan that Mommy was sick and needed to go to the "hopsital."