I saw We Bought a Zoo yesterday and it was relentlessly emotional... Or maybe I'm just an alcoholic. I would have had troubles keeping the tears back if my tear ducts weren't all dried up from the meds I'm on.
Do you know Jonsi? He is an Icelandic musical dynamo, and it was him who was doing some songs for this movie. His songs make me feel like crying from happiness when there are no pictures involved, so you can imagine my feelings when there is his music playing paired with Matt Damon's reminisce montage of his dead wife.
I hate it when movies are so happy/sad right to the end, so that when the credits come up you have no time to put on a man face and everyone sees how little of a man you actually are. Like a baseball player winning the world series, my eyes misted.
There were two girls sitting behind me in the theatre, and some dialogue in the movie made it known to them that the Easter Bunny did not actually exist. Then one of the girls asked her older sister if she still believed in the Easter Bunny, she said she didn't quite quickly, but then probably remembered she had to keep the Easter Bunny's existence real, so then she said maybe she believed in him.
I remember my belief in Santa was lost when I found presents from Santa to me before Christmas in the garage. Christmas was just a big lie after that. And there were a few awkward years where I had to pretend he still existed to keep my dad happy. It's still kind of awkward to this day, like maybe my dad has a Santa Claus Complex which he takes very seriously. Like he gets all dressed up, and gets deadly drunk, and eats all the carrots in the house to pretend he has a team of reindeer at his control, and he eats all the cookies too, because he's Santa, goddammit! Then we have no cookies the next day, and instead of thanking my parents for the gifts, I have to thank the spirit of Santa. My dad's cheeks get red and his eyes glaze over at such thankings, and I think he has to restrain himself from shouting "HO HO HO!" and eating all the cookies.
I also saw Dolphin Tale. Nothing promotes tears more than amputated dolphins. God. Some subjects just shouldn't be dealt with.
Oh, and there was also Our Idiot Brother, which was good, too. I could relate since I have two older sisters and am a bit of an idiot.
Hopefully you all have a great NYE and accompanying New Year!!! It's the year of the dragon, bitches, get ready for wealth and prosperity.
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Hmmmmmm....we were taking the kids to see Zoo this weekend, not sure the while world needs to sew me blubber. Thanks for the heads up.
We ruined Santa for my son early, he child busted us setting it all out. He was 3. : \
Gilda just this year found out Santa wasn't real- and it didn't seem to affect her at all. I'm glad I finally get all the credit for her increasingly pricey gifts!
Being a real man means crying confidently at the sappy movies.
I hope you have a fantastic New Year, Jorg! I love you to pieces. (I've never understood that, but still... here's to not going to pieces this year?!)
xoxo
I've seen some of Dolphin's Tale. That movie is bawwwww beyond belief. I can't remember when I stopped believing in the Easter Bunny and Santa. But the tooth fairy definitely exists.
Annabelle - Woah, did you tie one on a bit early this year (from the spelling).
sybil - Love you to pieces, too! I think it means that if I saw you, I'd hug you so hard with love, you'd crumble into pieces.
Mark - Tooth fairy still def. exists.
Hey! Happy New Year to you. I think it's going to be a good one. If it's not, fuck it, we'll get 'em next year.
Or the year after. Whatev.
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