A Purge
I have experienced my emotional quota for the year. I just saw "Up" this evening; I laughed, I cried, it was exhausting. If I had not been restraining myself from weeping openly, I would have been in a state of awe (actually, I was able to do both which was very confusing). The people of Pixar are in possession of a peculiar and potent power. They provoke in me (your mileage may vary) an intense sense of nostalgia, tragedy, irretrievable loss. They can bring a room full of people to their metaphorical knees in a matter of minutes. And it is not some trite, passing thing; it lasts. I have been sighing constantly for several hours now.
Oh, I am too tired to go on any more. I will return to my own cold and emotionless existence tomorrow. Ugh... uh... *sigh*
The beginning of that movie, the introduction and the montage (primarily the montage), is quite possibly the saddest and most beautiful thing I have ever* seen.
*Until I see something better.
Oh, I am too tired to go on any more. I will return to my own cold and emotionless existence tomorrow. Ugh... uh... *sigh*
The beginning of that movie, the introduction and the montage (primarily the montage), is quite possibly the saddest and most beautiful thing I have ever* seen.
*Until I see something better.