So. Adam has a post up about movies that make a man (him) cry. And there are many comments about sad movies and how everyone cries at them.
I know. You would think I would. But no.
I’m not what one would call an overly emotional person. I used to be when I was a kid, but not so much now.
Steel Magnolias? She should have went to the ER.
The Notebook. At least they were together.
Up? Didn’t make me down.
That doesn’t mean I’m heartless.
I did cry when Buffy found her mom.
I cried when Fred died.
“Why can’t I stay?”
Then the scene with her leaving home? Dear lord. Heartbreaking.
And when Wesley died.
“Do you want me to lie to you now?”
I even cried with David Tennant’s Dr.’s last words.
“I don’t want to go.”
But movies? Mah.
Maybe I just need more than a two hour emotional investment.
The sad ones just don’t work on me.
Happy movies are another story.
I will cry every time the Apollo 13 hatch opens.
Every time Amy and her geese round the corner with that Mary Chapin Carpenter song playing. (10,ooo Miles)
Each time Jinx calls out Max! Max! Then they see the blinking light. Finally.
When Johnny asks June to marry him. And she says yes. Finally.
Okay. I may have cried during one movie…
“ I am a leaf…”
That’s it from this ‘that’s just dust in my eye’ barrel.