
Yeah, so I cried like a little girl who lost her doll this weekend. Movies, books, sporting events can do this to me. Especially, when I turn to my wife, and she's bawling, it's tough to hold back. But like any man, my manly tears are different. They're not dainty little salt drops...these are tidal waves of force. I like to compare my tears to small little ninjas jumping out of my eyes ready to kick some ass. Think
Steven Segal in Out for Justice (Video is a little graphic) but times 100.
Usually, the moment goes like this. Extremely dramatic moment, such as the ending of the Notebook or Marley & Me, occurs. I
fidget a little. Sometimes I put my hat on. Take my had off. I can feel the ninjas forming in my body.
Deep breath.
By this time, (which is happen within seconds) the full cavalry of ninjas has formed. I usually try to hold back, talk some sense into the hoard of
Samurai's. I'll say, "Okay, men, listen up. Guys don't cry. Even if this movie makes me think of how wonderful my life is and how blessed I am...Guys don't cry."
The talk doesn't work. I feel the charge. My mind rushes to panic mode...usually trying all tactics with a hope of holding back the fierce gang of sword wielding ninjas. A cough.
Doesn't work.
The movie gets sadder.
By now, I peek at the wife. Tears streaming down her eyes..."You can't let this happen, you ninny!" says my man aura.
A quick laugh...usually very
inappropriate for the scene, but I can't hold back.
That means the gates are opening...
Tears.
Sniffles.
Stacy shares her
Kleenex and I do a quick look around the room to make sure nobody is pointing an laughing at the silly crying man.
Additional Information:
What made me cry? It was the new movie "Marley & Me" check it out:
Marley and Me websitePainting - Crying Man by
Kazuya Akimoto. Check out additional work here:
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To me, Slumdog offered a glimpse into an environment that I didn't normally consider. The gritty visuals and the fantastic soundtrack moved the film, held my attention, and made me care for Jamal. That's what I want from films, I want to disappear into another environment. As James review states, "Slumdog Millionaire pulls off an amazing balancing act; part of it feels modern and fresh and vulgar and new, pulsing with the life and energy of India in the 21st century ... and part of it has the classic scope and sweep of a classic literary adventure like The Three Musketeers or Great Expectations." It is just that, a look into a world so different than ours, but so familiar. (Hey, they even have 'Who wants to be a millionaire')
In conclusion, the scene on the train with the boys, along with the MIA Paper Planes song, is brilliant!"
Wouldn't it be cool to be a professional movie critic? I'm pretty sure that's my dream profession, but unfortunately, as you can see from my post, I don't think I could come up with enough things to say.