Nothing against Despicable Me, but uh, the kids and I decided to watch something else until tomorrow, when my cousin Yvette watches Despicable Me. She finally agreed to watch it to "see what all the fuss is about". The funny thing about Despicable Me is that me and the kids have been watching that movie practically every week since December 2010 when I brought it. I, on the other hand, sneak and watch the movie when the kids are at home. I can't get enough of it! It's hands down my favorite movie of last year. I can quote the entire movie like no ones business. But I'll save that for another time.
Michael and I went to the theaters to see it, although I had already seen it before. Anyhoo, towards the end of the movie where everyone was standing on the bow of the ship while the ship was going down, there wasn't a dry eye in the theater. But then there was me. Laughing. Sometimes I can't help it. I see a mental image in my head and I can't help but laugh at it no matter how serious the subject matter is. I can't cry at anything unless my own feeling are being hurt. Two days ago, however. That was another story.
Based on Ntozake Shange's award-winning 1975 play, which consists of a series of poems performed through a cast of nameless women, known only by a color. It deals with such subjects as love, abandonment, rape, and abortion. It later morphed into an Emmy Award-nominated television special and is still being performed around the world.
There was this one scene that made a tear drop from eye. I mean, it literally just fell. Everyone who knows me knows that I don't cry during movies; I laugh. But not this time. That scene was so incredibly, so unbelievably, so heart breaking that I couldn't help but get emotional. Go see it and then we could talk about it.
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