I get weepy at very specific triggers. People in peril does not do it, people dying does not do it--people making a good choice, THAT does it. For example, in GLory when they are marching to the battle and the guy shouts "Give 'em hell, 57" and all the men start saying it--finally recognizing these men as soldiers--I cry every time. The actual battle, not so much.

See, I don't think that exultation should be weepy. Yet, those moments that seem all exulty get me weepy harder than most people.

That moment in The Incredibles sure got me, as well as when Violet realised she could -- empowerment exultation, I guess. People cry at happy endings, I guess. This is like that, except happy endings (or sad ones) don't do it for me. Middles do.

she looked taller than him.

She's big, but damn. That'd be huge.

For example, in GLory when they are marching to the battle and the guy shouts "Give 'em hell, 57" and all the men start saying it--finally recognizing these men as soldiers--I cry every time.

That made me tear up just reading it.

The actual battle, not so much.

It does for me. Actual battles do, and for meta- reasons. People in wars die, and the reasons are rarely good enough to throw flesh at. Even the crappiest filmed battle will send me off into the playground of my own prior knowledge.

Catching up from yesterday.....

On Aaron Sorkin's comments on the martini: Since the discussion was about Bond, and movie Bond in particular, who drinks vodka martinis, all the comments about gin martinis were basically irrelevant, so his comment about not shaking the martini so as not to chip the ice was not as wildly off base as the dicussion was treating.

They may still have been a little left field, but not so utterly talking out of his ass as it seemed.

Which is not to say Aaron Sorkin doesn't talk out of his ass in his writing, just to say that if you're going to take him to task over something, make sure it's relevant to the discussion.

As for people of various nationalities playing people of various different nationalities, I'm in Plei, Fiona, and Robin's corner: it's called acting for a reason, and films and TV shows want to do business all over the world, so they should cast all over the world.

And if shows and films do better business abrouad than the homegrown fare, it's hardly the producing country's fault.

My Brother lives in Holland, and they have a lot of British shows on there--although I know British TV has no Dutch television shows. Is that a slap in the face to Dutch culture or does it have to do with the relative size of the telvision industry in both cultures?

Not exactly on topic, but you may be able to answer a nagging question I've had for a couple of years: are there a lot of joint Dutch/English productions? (I just woke up, so I'm sure I'm putting this oddly.)

Plei, Fiona and Robin's corner?

Steph inaugurated that corner.

Oh! Not to leave Steph out. Thank you ita.

::is slayed::

::dies::

::revives briefly::

Yet, me, you leave out?

::dies again::

Or you.

GAH! I'll just be crawling under a rock now.

The bit from Glory listed above made me teary, and I haven't even seen the movie. It's similar to another big cry point of mine, from the HBO movie, Citizen X. The point in question takes place when the guy who'd been tracking Chikatilo for years and years and years despite all the obstructions inherent in the Soviet system hears through his superior officer that the FBI profilers, et. al. have been tracking the case through various intelligence reports and so on, and that he is being used as a textbook example at Quantico of what an investigator should be, etc. Before he gets the message, he is just about completely burnt out and ready to give up.