Crying at movies is a terrible weakness of mine. I try to be plucky in real life, but somehow in the dark theatre with the larger than life screen I get very emotional. I'm particularly sentimental about animals, so the movie poster of Charlotte's Web alone makes me sniffle. I even cry at happy endings.
Someone else who did the "light as a feather, stiff as a board" thing! :D Good times... I don't remember watching a lot of movies at elementary school sleepovers (probably because we didn't have vcrs!). We did stuff like telling ghost stories, gossiping, and performing our own version of karaoke (taking turns singing along to the radio). ;p
I have nothing big against crying in movies really, it just doesn't usually happen. In fact, I've found generally that crying is like laughing that way - when you wouldn't mind it happening, it doesn't really happen, but when you absolutely cannot afford for it to happen, it does. I am constantly cracking up or tearing up at inappropriate moments
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The moment in "Dead Poets Society" when Neil's parents find him has done this for me (although strangely enough, only on rewatching - I didn't cry at all the first time).
ME, TOO. I don't know why I didn't cry the first time, especially since I was going through a situation a lot like Neil's at the time and, I hate to admit, had thought about taking that way out more than once. But it didn't make me cry. Every time since then, though... :'(
Aww, I'm sorry you got laughed at. Now I feel bad! I was always one of the laughers at those kinds of sleepovers. XD
In elementary school, one of the cliques I hung out with consisted of me and four other girls, and then when we got to middle school, a sixth girl joined the group. From fourth grade through eighth grade, for each one of our birthdays we would have a sleepover at Liz and Annie's house (because I was at the top of the ladder in the group hierarchy and I liked it there best, and their mom liked having us around). We'd rent scary movies and order pizza and most of the time we were still awake, giggling and goofing off, when their dad woke up in the morning to work (they had a dairy farm). The best part was waking up at almost noon and eating breakfast -- pancakes, bacon, eggs from their own chickens, cereal with milk that hadn't been out of the cow for more than six hours... It was awesome.
When I was in elementary school, one of the local TV stations was notorious for showing soft-core porn on Saturday nights at midnight. One Saturday, we had a sleepover in the basement of my friend KC's house. After "Saturday Night Live" ended, I turned to channel 13 to see what all the fuss was about. I'm pretty sure one of the Emmanuelle movies was on that night. Only a couple of us were still awake and we weren't particularly impressed by the script, the acting or the sex. It was an early lesson in not believing hype...
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I couldn't help but giggle at the word plucky: it's just so appropriate with the Nancy Drew icon.
I try not to cry at movies if I'm watching in a theater; if I'm alone, I just go with the flow and cry (or not) depending on the mood of the moment.
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ME, TOO. I don't know why I didn't cry the first time, especially since I was going through a situation a lot like Neil's at the time and, I hate to admit, had thought about taking that way out more than once. But it didn't make me cry. Every time since then, though... :'(
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In elementary school, one of the cliques I hung out with consisted of me and four other girls, and then when we got to middle school, a sixth girl joined the group. From fourth grade through eighth grade, for each one of our birthdays we would have a sleepover at Liz and Annie's house (because I was at the top of the ladder in the group hierarchy and I liked it there best, and their mom liked having us around). We'd rent scary movies and order pizza and most of the time we were still awake, giggling and goofing off, when their dad woke up in the morning to work (they had a dairy farm). The best part was waking up at almost noon and eating breakfast -- pancakes, bacon, eggs from their own chickens, cereal with milk that hadn't been out of the cow for more than six hours... It was awesome.
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