Due to my decision to positively, absolutely wallow in despair I'm actually feeling much better today. Following on the heels of taking my recently widowed mother to a viewing of the new Will Smith comedy Seven Pounds I rented The Bucket List, lay down on the couch and sobbed my eyes out.
I cry at stupid things. I cry at things that are designed to make me cry. Terms of Endearment? Sob-a-rama every time. So even though The Bucket List was manipulative in the extreme (although, in my defense, what sort of hard-hearted bastard wouldn't tear up at the demise of Morgan Freeman?) it was still a great relief to let it out. And my friends have galloped to the rescue in their horseless fashion, many of them sending sweet emails or calls since they knew I was blue. Happy holidays everyone!
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Sorry to hear you're glum. (Sending positive vibes south.)
ReplyDeleteI had an admired friend resent /Slumdog Millionaire/ for the same reason - that it "was manipulative in the extreme." Isn't that all movies? It's weird to try and think of an un-manipulative movie... even journalism has an angle.
My head is spinning.
I'm still trying to shake the holiday blues.
ReplyDeleteEvery year at this time (the week after Christmas) I try to make plans and notes for how NOT to feel this way again. Last year I thought I'd go to Jamaica for a week before, flying home gloriously rested and tanned on the 25th. That didn't happen, hence the present interest in heading west to meditate on cacti.