That scene in Hope Floats kills me every.time.
Oh, gods yes. It's just hearwrenching.
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That scene in Hope Floats kills me every.time.
Oh, gods yes. It's just hearwrenching.
That scene in Hope Floats kills me every.time.
There are a lot of things in that movie that push my buttons, but that scene is unbearable.
Yeah, yeah. I own my pathology.
But, other than that scene, I love that movie.
"You stink, Justin Matisse!"
But, other than that scene, I love that movie.
Dude, I'm a sucker for Harry Connick Jr. Yum.
Yum.
Sorry, babe. He's mine. ALL mine.
Screw you both. ALL MINE.
Specially in the dance scene - when he's holding that belt buckle and his hat and looking down?
Aimee just sold me Joe for HCJ in IM. I'm totally not lying!
I did! I've loved HCJ for much, much longer than I have MM.
I did! I've loved HCJ for much, much longer than I have MM.
Is Harry laminated?
I'm afraid that here in America we've lost contact with many of those type traditions that could help start the healing.
So very this, Sail. In some ways. it's what I find saddest about our culture...not understanding or respecting the value of acknowledging feelings and stages. And the fact that, as a wise old professor once told me..."Sweeping things under the carpet just gives you a lumpier carpet to trip over." Life would go so much better if we really had our feelings.
Oh, and HCJ is the mayor of Yumtown.
edited for an unintentional double negative that kinda blew my point.