Jackie Lentz: Blog #2 (Student Topic) Crying During Movies

I have not seen a movie in a long time that I have not found one reason or another to cry over. Its particularly funny when there is no reason for a normal person to cry and yet I can relate anything to pain or extreme happiness and the next thing I know the water works are running. I used to never cry because I honestly think I didn’t have much to cry about but now everything seems so precious. I can be watching a COMMERCIAL for a movie that looks inspiring or really just an episode of Extreme Home Makeover and you might as well hand over the tissues and walk away from the crazy sobbing girl. I watched the movie Little Rascals and become so overwhelmed with happiness at the conclusion of the film that I was laughing at how ridiculous it was that my eyes were wet at all. I can’t help it I got a lot of emotions. I feel like that girl in Mean Girls who just wants everyone to get along like they did in middle school, only to be shooed off stage because she didn’t even attend that high school. I can like a film just because of the way it made me feel, which is particularly frustrating when the rest of the movie is confusing or not as enjoyable as the end. I remember I had to read Tale of Two Cities for my AP Literature class in high school. I read parts of the beginning, skipped the middle, and finally read the final book, which is the third in the collection. I loved that third book, and because of that last experience I remember Tale of Two Cities quite fondly, like the film Brothers Bloom, with Adrian Brody and Mark Ruffalo. The end of that movie just got my heartstrings and played me like a fiddle, that analogy doesn’t work, but the emotional rush I get from that movie is why I love that movie. The film Man on Fire, is so depressing but I watch it every time I feel sad, because most of the time I feel sad about simple things like a bad grade on a test or not getting into a summer program; never have I felt the agony of having a person in my care be kidnapped and to have my demons come back to haunt me as I seek revenge for that last friend I had. That was the best documentary I have seen in a long time.