As a rule, I do not cry at movies. Movie characters usually do not make me feel the overwhelming sadness that elicit tears.
Not to sound heartless, but I had a hard time repressing the giggles when I heard the sniffling going on in the theater when Rose let go of Jack. Its not that I didn’t find the movie ending sad and I did think that scene was heartbreaking, but it is a movie. There are other movies I have heard some crying going on…The Bridges of Madison County is one…yeah, go figure!
It doesn’t matter if you are a grown up or a baby…if you cry out loud during a movie you are ruining it for the rest of us! (please note..I am not complaining about sniffling but actual boohooing)
Okay, now I have to confess, there is one movie that makes me cry…and it makes my eyes well up every single time I watch it. Now, don’t laugh, but the movie is….
It was in the theater in 1998. The first time I saw it, I was doing fine up until the time Birdie’s (Sandra Bullock) mom died. There is a scene when she gets a dress belonging to her mother, hugs the dress and holds it to her face…this is where my tears begin.
in 1995, I buried my 10 year old son. Nothing was so hard as to go into his room and pick out his burial clothes…it would be the very last thing I would do for him. I dumped out the laundry basket, I went through his drawers and I took all the things hanging in his closet. I put them all on his bed, I laid down and I held them in my arms. I could smell the dirt he brought in from the park. I could see the faint Koolaid stains that would never come clean. I could close my eyes and feel his arms around my neck, I could hear him asking me to stay with him, “ just until I fall asleep, Mom.”.
And that is why I don’t cry at movies.
