so i realized i’m turning into a crying pansy.

one of my “claim-to-fames” was that the only movie that had made me cry EVER was the passion of the christ…which almost didn’t count, because it made most everyone i knew who saw it cry.

however, in the last…3 years, i’ve cried at FOUR movies. FOUR.

[if you stumbled upon this petit blog and don't know me in real life, then you need to know that i’ve also never cried over a book (despite being a self-professed bookworm since i learned to read), but music can make me cry almost at the drop of a hat. so i’m not made of stone.]

and the list doesn’t even really make sense, except for like one of them.

• Benjamin Button. (i was PMSing. i cried when cate blanchett’s character came back to him.)
• Amelie. (my favorite french film and definitely in my top 5 of all time. i was also emotionally compromised at the time and cried at the HAPPIEST part, near the very end.)
• The Last Song. (I WAS FORCED TO WATCH THIS. also, emotionally compromised cause the dad dies in the movie and my dad’s been in the hospital since july.)
• Boys Don’t Cry. this is the ONLY legit one to me, because, um, watching a rape scene spliced together with hilary swank trying to talk about it and people NOT UNDERSTANDING is, like, A THING THAT SHOULD MAKE YOU CRY. also, that happened  last night.

 

day 2: your favorite movie.

i’m going to cheat on this one too.

favorite-foreign-movie-that-i-don’t-own-but-really-need-to-get-on-DVD: Amelie.

it’s simply wonderful. audrey tautou is, in the words of british actor simon pegg, “cute as strawberries.” yann tiersen, composer and accordionist extraordinaire, contributes a score that both accentuates that cuteness and doesn’t make it too syrupy OR sad at the sad parts. the cinematography is, if i may use such a word, plucky. and so on. i have nothing but good things to say about this film. also, not only was it filmed on-location in mostly paris, but in my favorite neighborhood of paris. *le sigh* i miss france so friggin bad. did i mention it’s technically a french film? well, there you go. teehee.

favorite-movie-musical-from-before-my-time: Fiddler on the Roof.

oh, jews. who doesn’t wish at some point or another that their life was (even briefly) like a musical? this movie is legit. you gotta appreciate a musical that has both drinking songs and serious sabbath prayers. culture is not trivialized, but embraced, beards and all. each progressive branching-out by the daughters of the protagonist should be vaguely challenging to modern-day parents and their kids–getting grounded is not so bad as being SHUNNED by your entire community (including your family), now, is it??

favorite-children’s-book-adaptation: two-way tie between Harriet the Spy and Matilda.

1. i don’t think i’m in the wrong to say that harriet the spy is my favorite thing with michelle trachtenberg. no, i haven’t seen buffy, but joss whedon is certainly a demi-god. 2. poor mara wilson. i don’t think anybody’s seen you since you were adorable in the 90s (unless, like me, you were subjected to the “thomas and the magic railroad” in 2000 because your little brother was obsessed with trains…*cough*).