Sherlock the computer had a full system crash and is currently engaged in a factory reinstall beside me. I am panicking. Currently I am using Adam, whose y key is missing, except not, because someone moved the key itself to u and I am so glad I never look at a keyboard when I type or this could end badly.
This is like, balance for the fact that for the first time in eight fucking months, I was able to write. I can feel it.
...and recovery just froze.
I wrote this earlier in a spirit of sharing. It's like a fucking prophecy. Posting anyway so as to review the fact my life? A farce.
Okay, the thing is? I'm all about being emotionally manipulated by my media. I like breaking into unabashed, unashamed sobbing. Obviously when I'm not wearing a lot of eyeliner, but whatever, eyeliner cannot compete with sheer emotional gluttony, mkay?
Fuck yeah, feel good, sob eyes out, that's how it works.
Mulan's Decision, Mulan - and every time, I start choking up when she strides to the altar and just lose it when she unsheathes a sword for the first time and her reflection looks back at her. I have watched this movie more times than is healthy and it's always amazing.
Mulan, Finale, Mulan - all of China at her feet. If you do not at least choke up, you have no soul.
Okay, in my defense, this movie came out when Child was two years old. I swear to God I was connecting to both mothers like whoa.
Two Worlds, Tarzan - the first time I watched it, I cried literally from the moment Tarzan's birth mother pulled her husband into the boat, sobbed through her kickassness building a home, dawwed through Tarzan's adopted mother as she played with her son, was nearly hysterical by the time her baby died and then heard Tarzan crying, and then I had a dramacomedy breather before, y'know, she kicked some cat ass and I had to get a cold compress for my eyes.
...wow, that sounds disturbing. One, Phil Fucking Collins, two worlds one family, but also, Child was two and I was taking a eighteen hour semester while trying to subtly break up with my boyfriend by dint of hiding from him. I mean--you know, that's a terrible explanation. Forget you read that. Go look at Tarzan's awesome Moms; time spent much better.
(We won't discuss my reaction to the movie Trainspotting, as Child was not yet one and I ended up dry heaving in the bathroom and refused to watch another second. If you've seen it, you know what scene I'm talking about.)
Union, Norma Rae - almost no dialogue, just that constant, clattering noise and then slowly, gorgeously, silence says more than a thousand words.
Okay, but this:
Harry's Sacrifice, Armageddon - AJ's hysterical grief fucking destroys me.
Final ten minutes, Armageddon - for kind of everything. Just One. More. Minute. Harry doesn't know how to fail. And um, Harry's last moments. The guy seeing his kid running toward him. Honestly, like, the second hour? I'll get dehydrated.
Eowyn Versus Nazgul,, LOTR - okay, I don't actually sob, just choke up.
Still Looking For
Apollo 13, mission control scene. Though my second favorite is basically the entire sequence of events on the ground; the engineers standing around a table with the NASA equivalent of duct tape and hairpins to create air filters ETA: jamie found the scene, here; Ken Mattingly doggedly testing ways to run on minimal power over and over and over until they fix it, and every moment people surprised themselves with how much more they were than they thought they could be.
ETA: Okay, how could I forget Be a Man, Mulan - okay, the thing is, thereis nothing about that movie that is not awesome.
Sherlock's backup is either frozen or trying to kill me. Goddammit.
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