Didn’t want to hijack the above thread so here it goes:
I’m not a woman but if I were I’m not sure I could date a man who didn’t at least get watery eyed after watching a movie like “Old Yeller”.
So tell me Ladies; men crying at sad movies a turn off? A turn on? or neither?
Hey I cry, now I don’t sob like a baby but I’ve certainly had to wipe a tear or two from my eyes.
I justify it like this: If General Schwarzkopf can cry in front of millions on national TV, than so can I because they don’t come any manlier than THAT guy.
I’m a huge, blubbering pussy. I mist up at anything. My daughter was watching The Grinch That Stole Christmas earlier tonight (the real one, not the Jim Carrey abortion) and I was steeling myself for the end because the goddamn Whos always get me when they’re all out there singing because Christmas came just the same. I’m way to cynical to fall for that, and I know it’s coming and I’m not even a Christian, but the little fuckers got me again.
The same thing always happens when Linus reads from the Gospel of Luke.
A little emotional misting up or a gentle cry is a good thing. If it turns into a sobbing, bawling, needing tissues because he is snotting himself kind of thing over a movie it could be enough to make me rethink the romantic potential there, assuming that, you know, his mom hadn’t died the day before or something. That is more because I want a man who is emotionally stable though, not because it isn’t okay to cry.
Some misting up or tearing up at touching moments doesn’t bother me a bit. In fact, last year, a very close friend of mine died, and my hubby actually shed a few tears at her burial service. He wasn’t very close to her, but was relating to what she meant to me, and also empathizing with her husband and children.
My husband doesn’t cry often, so when he does, it’s very touching (in our more than 20 years together, I’ve seen him cry maybe a half-dozen times; three of those times were at the births of our children).
I’m glad he doesn’t cry more, though, because I’m the type that cries over long stop lights or posters on the light posts for “lost dog”, and we only need one emotional mess in this family, thanks.
This is exactly how I am, but I am female so I guess that’s culturally acceptable. (Said with tongue firmly implanted in cheek.)
My husband doesn’t cry at every movie, but when he does cry at movies it’s so honest I love him for it. He cried when he saw Bridge to Terabithia,* Life is Beautiful*, Iron Giant and weirdly enough Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It doesn’t bother me at all. I rather like knowing my husband has a soul.
This. In general, I tend to respect men who can cry in front of others, because it speaks to their security and open-heartedness, both traits I admire. Also, if we’re both crying at a movie (I cry at sad movies very easily), it’s a way of bonding.
Aw, double-crud. I will never watch that movie again. I only caught the last 40 or so minutes of it, and I was completely (and loudly) blubbering. My wife had to come into the room to see what was wrong with me. That ending was just too close to home. It reminded me of my own beagle that I had at that age.
Crud. I gotta go do something else, or else I’ll start up all over again.
I’m okay with it, but I wouldn’t say it’s a turn-on/-off. Along the lines of what norinew said, Only one person in a relationship needs to tear up at fabric softener commercials (I have a, um, deep emotional connection to Snuggle Bear), and that person is me.
The first movie my husband-to-be and I watched together a couple of weeks after meeting was The Elephant Man. By the end were were passing a box of Kleenex back and forth.
We’ve been soul mates for 27 years, and that was one of the first true indications.
It wouldn’t be a dealbreaker for me. Based on the responses to this thread, I just hope the fact that I never cry at movies isn’t a dealbreaker to other people. (Yeah, being told I have no soul because I didn’t cry after movie X does get a little old.)
Oh, I hope you didn’t take my comment to mean that people who don’t cry at movies have no soul. I cry over ridiculous things (ridiculous things… orange juice commercials, for instance) but I don’t expect everyone to do so, or think they should. But since I tend to express emotion during movies, I do feel a connection when others feel emotion too.
I respect those who have more control over their emotions than I. This can differ in many ways. Some may be able to seperate reality from fantasy quite well and not be affected unless it is ‘real life’.
I would be extremely cautious of someone who showed no/little emotion to real life happenings, and the same if someone was a little too free with their emotions.
What its manly cry now? It ain’t. I loved my Grandfather to bits, I did not cry when he died, had so much to do, funeral, service arrangements etc, if I had been an emotional wreck I think I would have been unable to do so.
Big difference between being unfeeling and water works free.
Real life almost never makes me cry. I’ve been to a plethora of funerals lately… 1 for my cousin who took his own life, 3 for grandparents… Not one tear.
Put on Dead Poets Society- and I’ll be blubbering at the end.
I know exactly what movies (and TV Show episodes) consistently do this to me, but for the life of me I have no idea what they have in common; or why real life trauma has no effect on me, but fake life does. In fact, it has worried me at times when I think on it seriously.
By no means do I consider myself overly emotional or anything. I don’t cry at long distance ads or anything. For the record- my wife doesn’t seem to care when I get a little misty. I wouldn’t say it was a turn on or off for her…
Yeah tough call,having to sit miles behind your own lines unthreatened,eating and drinking regulary and getting sleep every 24.
I’ll bet that the people who were working at the same distance but the OTHER side of the lines really,really felt for him.
I wonder how much or how often they cried?
I suspect not at all,
“Jack” cunts dont get that far.
If you’ve got time to cry during a war then it could well be that you’ve a little bit too much time on your hands.