Marc
"No Spiders or Visigoths Allowed."
La Vita รจ bella is still one of my favorite movies of all time. I had to watch it again last night as we were involved in a conversation about which movies/other media-related things have made us cry. I'm embarassed to admit mine, but I will because I don't mind embarassing myself. I mean, if I go too long without doing it I've always got someone like Zach here to do it for me, right. So, here is a short list of media that has made me bleary-eyed and wishing that I had at least one or two tissues around to dab the sockets and not look so unmanly:
(1) My Girl - as a child in my parent's living room. I thought it was really depressing that Macauley Caulkin died because of bee stings. I still have a fear today of the yellow and black buggers, but it doesn't necessarily stem from this movie.
(2) Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video - at my babysitter's house as a five year old. His eyes, man! They were creepy. How could someone of my reduced stature not be scared. Come on. You know you cried, or at least tried not to. I, on the other hand, had to be shuffled into the babysitter's kitchen to be calmed down. I was never a fan of werewolves.
(3) Alien - my Dad made me watch this, also as a young 'un. I didn't so much want to cry as much as I wanted to throw up, but I've had an aversion to puke so I opted for tears instead. How could any parent subject their child to a scene like the one where the alien comes out of the guy's stomach? Gross.
(4) Titanic - fine, I'll admit it! I cried for TWO SECONDS during this film! There. Happy? But no so much because of the film itself, but because I had other things going on at the time, you know? Personal stuff ... or maybe it was the fact that every other fucking person in the goddamned theatre was all bleary-eyed at the time (especially my girlfriend-at-the-time, Flo -- sidenote: can you believe I dated someone named Flo? I still can't). I've always considered myself an empathetic person. God, I can't believe I put this one up there.
(5) Saving Private Ryan - when Older Tom Hanks' character looks to his wife at the end of the movie as they stand over the graves at Normandy and says, "Tell me I've lead a good life, tell me I'm a good man" I lose it everytime. Guaranteed to make me blurt out like a nincompoop.
(6) Bambi - once again as a kid, and of course at the spot where the mother dies. You know it freaked you out too. Only difference is that I was kind of a wimp back then.
(7) During some Abilene, TX local broadcast of a slain police officer - apparently a car blew up as this guy was trying to save someone from the wreckage and as they're showing the funeral they show his wife on camera and she is completely and utterly unconsoleable. This has happened to me many times. I hate seeing people talk about losing their loved ones, especially parents talking about out-living their children. Incomprehensible to me.
(8) Do You Believe in Miracles? The Story of the 1980 U.S. Olympic Hockey Team - what!?! It was put together really well. Come on. We beat the Soviets, for fuck's sake. That was something to be proud of at the time. Considering that, though, it's kind of a shame that I only watched this about a year and a half ago.
(9) Some PBS documentary about Air Force One - I have no idea why this one set me off. Maybe it had something to do with Richard Nixon and his termination of his presidency officially occuring in the air above Kansas or whatever and them changing the call sign from "Air Force One" to some random number, or ... whatev.
This list could go on forever, you know. Those are the ones that I can recall, without a second thought. Hope it brightened your day a bit and made you feel like less of a weiner knowing that you've always got me around to look down on.
On the stereo: the newest Aimee Mann, which I didn't know about until Zach informed me of yesterday. Which reminds me, totally forgot to do the Rule of 20 today. Tomorrow. I promise.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go buy some sugar to make Kool-Aid with. That's right. Kool-Aid.
"No Spiders or Visigoths Allowed."
La Vita รจ bella is still one of my favorite movies of all time. I had to watch it again last night as we were involved in a conversation about which movies/other media-related things have made us cry. I'm embarassed to admit mine, but I will because I don't mind embarassing myself. I mean, if I go too long without doing it I've always got someone like Zach here to do it for me, right. So, here is a short list of media that has made me bleary-eyed and wishing that I had at least one or two tissues around to dab the sockets and not look so unmanly:
(1) My Girl - as a child in my parent's living room. I thought it was really depressing that Macauley Caulkin died because of bee stings. I still have a fear today of the yellow and black buggers, but it doesn't necessarily stem from this movie.
(2) Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video - at my babysitter's house as a five year old. His eyes, man! They were creepy. How could someone of my reduced stature not be scared. Come on. You know you cried, or at least tried not to. I, on the other hand, had to be shuffled into the babysitter's kitchen to be calmed down. I was never a fan of werewolves.
(3) Alien - my Dad made me watch this, also as a young 'un. I didn't so much want to cry as much as I wanted to throw up, but I've had an aversion to puke so I opted for tears instead. How could any parent subject their child to a scene like the one where the alien comes out of the guy's stomach? Gross.
(4) Titanic - fine, I'll admit it! I cried for TWO SECONDS during this film! There. Happy? But no so much because of the film itself, but because I had other things going on at the time, you know? Personal stuff ... or maybe it was the fact that every other fucking person in the goddamned theatre was all bleary-eyed at the time (especially my girlfriend-at-the-time, Flo -- sidenote: can you believe I dated someone named Flo? I still can't). I've always considered myself an empathetic person. God, I can't believe I put this one up there.
(5) Saving Private Ryan - when Older Tom Hanks' character looks to his wife at the end of the movie as they stand over the graves at Normandy and says, "Tell me I've lead a good life, tell me I'm a good man" I lose it everytime. Guaranteed to make me blurt out like a nincompoop.
(6) Bambi - once again as a kid, and of course at the spot where the mother dies. You know it freaked you out too. Only difference is that I was kind of a wimp back then.
(7) During some Abilene, TX local broadcast of a slain police officer - apparently a car blew up as this guy was trying to save someone from the wreckage and as they're showing the funeral they show his wife on camera and she is completely and utterly unconsoleable. This has happened to me many times. I hate seeing people talk about losing their loved ones, especially parents talking about out-living their children. Incomprehensible to me.
(8) Do You Believe in Miracles? The Story of the 1980 U.S. Olympic Hockey Team - what!?! It was put together really well. Come on. We beat the Soviets, for fuck's sake. That was something to be proud of at the time. Considering that, though, it's kind of a shame that I only watched this about a year and a half ago.
(9) Some PBS documentary about Air Force One - I have no idea why this one set me off. Maybe it had something to do with Richard Nixon and his termination of his presidency officially occuring in the air above Kansas or whatever and them changing the call sign from "Air Force One" to some random number, or ... whatev.
This list could go on forever, you know. Those are the ones that I can recall, without a second thought. Hope it brightened your day a bit and made you feel like less of a weiner knowing that you've always got me around to look down on.
On the stereo: the newest Aimee Mann, which I didn't know about until Zach informed me of yesterday. Which reminds me, totally forgot to do the Rule of 20 today. Tomorrow. I promise.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go buy some sugar to make Kool-Aid with. That's right. Kool-Aid.
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