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I have never seen Old Yeller, Red Ferns or Yearling...for all the reasons mentioned.
I have however, relied on Project X as my go-to flick when I need to blubber. God. It just rips me up and leaves me on the floor.
It came out while I was a professional peace activist (working on nuclear disarmament issues, no less) and absolutely KILLS me with the inhumanity.
Animals in peril = no go for bonny
David, you're my hero! Address insent.
The toy battle in Toys makes me sob. You know that the soldiers in war movies aren't being killed, but it's OK to blow up a teddy bear. And, god, the one dancing toy circling aimlessly around the wreckage of its partner as the tinny music plays . . .
And I thought The Fisher King was brilliant.
Okay it would be insent except that your email address has been replaced by your username. I pulled your Gmail address off of buffistarawk, so it's now sent there.
I have never seen Old Yeller, Red Ferns or Yearling...for all the reasons mentioned.
Same here. I don't feel I need to put myself through that, for movies that I probably won't be that interested in anyway.
Besides, if I feel that I need to watch a movie and cry, I've got loads of other choices. Edward Scissorhands, Big Fish, Lilo and Stitch ...
(I LOVE Big Fish. It's one of my favorite movies ever. But I don't watch it very often, because it turns me into a weepy mess.)
Lilo and Stitch is a safe cry-trigger because it ends well. So I can wallow in emotion knowing I'll get to snicker and smile as I leave the theater, instead of in a melancholy haze. I don't drink enough absinthe to properly appreciate melancholy hazes.
Lilo and Stitch is a safe cry-trigger because it ends well. So I can wallow in emotion knowing I'll get to snicker and smile as I leave the theater, instead of in a melancholy haze.
Yep, same for me. And the same goes for Big Fish.
I don't drink enough absinthe to properly appreciate melancholy hazes.
I suppose I do, but I still don't really appreciate melancholy hazes.
Confession: Bolt made me weepy. I knew I was being manipulated, damn it, and I still got weepy.
But The Boy did, too, so it was okay.
Lilo & Stitch, on my list of all time favorites.
So, what Oscar-ish movie should I see tomorrow? Benjamin Button? Doubt? Revolutionary Road? Something else?