Baby
July 14, 2003
I’m not afraid to admit it. I cry in movies.
That revelation isn’t entirely true. In the soon to be 23 years of my existence, I have seen perhaps hundreds of movies. I have seen beautiful actors and actresses, devilish villains and villainesses, and experienced what I call second-hand emotions through sharing the moments on the silver screen. After about the age of 4 I stopped crying when watching movies or television shows. It wasn’t masculine. Guys were supposed to laugh during kissy scenes and dismiss the title as a chick flick. Guys were supposed to love the bombs and guns and monsters and the bountiful boobies in legendary movies like Die Hard or Wayne’s World or to a lesser extent Jurassic Park. Somewhere along the line, any intentions to express emotions were suppressed at closeted, never to be revealed, not even to your significant other.
Sometimes you can’t cage something so beautiful.
I saw What Dreams May Come again. Actually, this is only the second time I’ve seen it ever but I knew the first time around that it made “the list” of my all time favorite movies. It’s simply a beautiful story. Also, it is the only movie that can make me cry. It’s something about emotions of love so deep that it transcends concepts we call life and death. It’s something about finding your soul mate and bringing them back from hell, or connecting with your lost children in mysterious, yet wonderful environments that scrape my tear ducts and let loose the floods. I’ve been known to get a touch of water in the eyes in movies, but deserts see more liquid. This movie however, makes it obvious that I’m tear jerking. I don’t know. Maybe it’s my uncertainty of the afterlife that makes me want to enter this movie so much. No matter what the magic is, I will always remember this movie as the one that broke me. And even though it rates so highly on my “list”, I can’t watch it too often – it’ll ruin it.
Sad thing is, this movie never rated very high with anybody. Do I suggest that you watch it? Probably not because this felt like something more personal to me than it was an appealing movie. If you’re in the video store, I hear Die Hard is an excellent movie.
