Mom and I loved to cry at movies. When I was little we’d run all the boys out of the room and tune in to the Hallmark Hall of Fame…or maybe it happened in the opposite order. Anyway, we’d sit next to each other on the couch, holding a corner of a dishtowel, ready to wipe away our tears.
I recently discovered that not everyone likes to cry at movies. What’s up with that? This week I saw Incredibly Loud and Extremely Close and cried so hard I had to bite on my knuckles to keep from sobbing too loud. I walked out of the theatre with mascara streaming down my cheeks and a smile on my face.
You should give it a try. It’s great therapy. So go ahead, be a cry baby.
I love a good cry movie….just cried through You’ve Got Mail for about the 20th time….and re-cried over Out of Africa. You know when to have the kleenex ready…so thanks for the warning…I’ll go prepared and spare my sleeve!
What a relief to meet a fellow crier!
How nice to have someone to cry with. Theresa
The movie theatre should reserve a row for criers. It would come with Kleenix next to every seat.
I tried to cry one time, but I had no mascara.
Dane, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t really think you’re the mascara type!
Oh. Probably not.
I thought I’d be replying to One Monkey and came up with a clever retort – that only humans cry. That seems to cruel of a response to someone named Dane.
I call that an “ugly cry” – I am kind of a sap and ALWAYS cry at movies even when they are totally obvious and crappy-sappy. I just saw War Horse and basically lost 3 pounds in water weight.
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