… always cry at animal movies?
I saw Big Miracle this weekend and cried at three different points in the movie. A couple times it was tears-in-the-corner-of-the-eyes kind of crying. Once it was full-fledged I’m-not-even-going-to-bother-wiping-these-away-because-I’ll-just-keep-crying-and-the-theater-is-dark-so-no-one-can-see-right? kind of sobbing.
I sat next to friend Jenna. Before the movie even started, I leaned over. I warned her. “I cry at animal movies.” Hi, my name is Lindsay. And I cry at animal movies. I’ll own it.
It doesn’t even need to be sad. I cried at We Bought a Zoo when all the people showed up on opening day and when everyone pitched in to make it happen. Why? No idea. Was it overly emotional? Nope. Am I a huge animal person? Nope. Was it sad? No. But something about animals on film makes me cry.
Maybe I’m like Kristen Bell – taking an emotional scale of 1 – 10, if it’s an animal movie and I’m below three or over seven, I’m crying. It doesn’t matter if it’s super sad or super happy – I cry. The zoo opens successfully? Tears. The whales are freed to swim about? Tears. An animal dies? Tears. A small child is emotional on screen? Tears.
When did I become such a sucker?
Actually, this isn’t new. I sometimes avoid animal movies because I know I’ll cry. I never could watch the Homeward Bound movies and don’t get me started with Where the Red Fern Grows. No, I never saw Marley and Me because I don’t want to be a basket case. I can be watching a movie about people and never cry. But a dog, a whale, or [wait for it] a sloth?
Hand me tissues because I’ll lose my cool real fast. Real fast.
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