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I came home from seeing Rent one evening late last week and I gave Russ a quick review of what I thought of the movie. I ended my micro-review with: "Bring tissues. I cried." Russ gave me a funny look and said: "Of course you cried. You are leaky that way."
Huh. I don't have that image of myself in my head. When I was a kid, and right through my teen years, I didn't cry in movies.
When I look back, it seems funny that I didn't cry in movies. My overactive imagination meant that even slightly scary stories made me react. When scary things would start happening, I would close my eyes and plug my ears, or stare at the floor and try to think about something else, or hold my candy or drink up close to my face to block the screen (that's the technique I used during the scary moments of Pinocchio; I saw a showing in a movie theatre when I was really little - it was the first movie I saw in the theatre - and I vividly remember having a red lollipop that I held up to block the screen). But I never cried in a movie. Not even during Bambi.
I remember the first movie I cried during. It was What Dreams May Come, in 1998. I saw it in the theatre twice, and both times I started crying about 15 minutes in and didn't stop until the closing credits. It was a sudden change from my previous stoic movie watching to almost sobbing in a theatre surrounded by strangers.
I wish I could claim that Russ' vivid memory of watching me sob through that one film (twice) was the cause of my reputation as one who cries in movies. I am vaguely embarrassed to admit that I cry in movies a lot more now. All the time, in fact. I cried during The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Big Fish and A Series of Unfortunate Events. My eyes welled up during Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire and Finding Nemo. And I started crying before the sad part really started in Rent, because I knew it was coming.
I wish it was just a movie theatre thing. If it was, I could claim that I just got caught up in the dark room full of other people feeling sad, who are maybe crying too. No such luck: I cried watching A Walk to Remember on TV yesterday afternoon, in my well-lit livingroom, while knitting at the same time. For that matter, I get teary during certain commercials. I can't watch the Ronald MacDonald House commercial, about the man whose wife and son are both in the hospital; it makes me cry.
I bet Bambie would make me cry now too.
Huh. I don't have that image of myself in my head. When I was a kid, and right through my teen years, I didn't cry in movies.
When I look back, it seems funny that I didn't cry in movies. My overactive imagination meant that even slightly scary stories made me react. When scary things would start happening, I would close my eyes and plug my ears, or stare at the floor and try to think about something else, or hold my candy or drink up close to my face to block the screen (that's the technique I used during the scary moments of Pinocchio; I saw a showing in a movie theatre when I was really little - it was the first movie I saw in the theatre - and I vividly remember having a red lollipop that I held up to block the screen). But I never cried in a movie. Not even during Bambi.
I remember the first movie I cried during. It was What Dreams May Come, in 1998. I saw it in the theatre twice, and both times I started crying about 15 minutes in and didn't stop until the closing credits. It was a sudden change from my previous stoic movie watching to almost sobbing in a theatre surrounded by strangers.
I wish I could claim that Russ' vivid memory of watching me sob through that one film (twice) was the cause of my reputation as one who cries in movies. I am vaguely embarrassed to admit that I cry in movies a lot more now. All the time, in fact. I cried during The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Big Fish and A Series of Unfortunate Events. My eyes welled up during Harry Potter & the Goblet of Fire and Finding Nemo. And I started crying before the sad part really started in Rent, because I knew it was coming.
I wish it was just a movie theatre thing. If it was, I could claim that I just got caught up in the dark room full of other people feeling sad, who are maybe crying too. No such luck: I cried watching A Walk to Remember on TV yesterday afternoon, in my well-lit livingroom, while knitting at the same time. For that matter, I get teary during certain commercials. I can't watch the Ronald MacDonald House commercial, about the man whose wife and son are both in the hospital; it makes me cry.
I bet Bambie would make me cry now too.
