Okay, so as I’m prepping my bedroom to paint, I flip through channels for some background entertainment and stumble across Jackson’s King Kong. And for reasons I’m still unsure of (see thread title), I freaking leave it there. And I don’t even like Naomi Watts all that much, acting-wise or hawt-wise. But when she goes to pieces at the end, I’m right there with her.
I’m good through most of the movie, but once the monkey goes up the tower, I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, masking tape in hand, unable to look away for the last like fifteen minutes of the film. And I know what’s coming. I knew what was coming when I first saw this movie two years ago today in the theater.
Hell, I figured after I watched Field of Dreams Sunday night and Juno last night I’d be all wrung out, but I guess not. And perusing the DVDs I got for Christmas, it looks to be a pretty weepy week for me, as I’ve still got Raising Arizona and The Princess Bride* on the shelf. Well, at least I’m finally done with the Close Encounters 30th anniversary box set.
Seriously, though, somebody please tell me that I’m not the only one that gets all sentimental and stupid over these things.
Heh, nice shoutout there. You aren’t the only one. The Notebook had be bawling like a little baby, and I’ve seen it a few times knowing it makes me cry. Sometimes we just need a good cry though so maybe that’s why we do this to ourselves. I cry a lot at movies actually. And books.
I was visiting some people over the holiday period, and in one house, the kids had Babe on TV in the background. I was in a room full of my friends, but I couldnt help but tune in to the Tv, knowing full well what would happen when the last five minutes came on screen; what always happens, ALWAYS, never fails;
First,
“That’ll Do, Pig”
Second,
I burst into tears.
I’m 27. And yep, when that pig got the perfect score, no matter how hard I tried, I started blubbering in the middle of people I’ve known for years.
I’ve seen the movie 3 or 4 times, and every damn time, when Schindler is ready to escape and he drops the ring by the car and starts whispering “I could have done more” I curl up in the fetal position and start rocking back and forth.