This week the ever-interesting lemondrop.com introduced us to the “Crying Wife,” who confessed to crying at pretty much every movie she watched, regardless of its original intent.
Of course, a wave of weepers jumped to her defense, admitting to tearing up at such classics as “Monsters, Inc.,” “Reading Rainbow,” “Pokemon,” and “Extreme Makeover Home Edition.” I couldn’t really throw stones because I watched “Harvey” again this morning, and James Stewart’s gentle relationship with his invisible rabbit made me a little misty.
If animals are involved, I’m pretty much a goner.
I know that crying can be cathartic — just call me the “Crying Dog Mom” — but I’m starting to wonder if movie studios have done research on the specific tear-producing triggers. There is a reason that some scenes reduce you to tears and others make you sneer in response.
A great example is my recent favorite “Up in the Air.” When George Clooney is speaking with Vera Famiga on the phone after surprising her at her home, the simple devastation on his face made me cry. It was authentic, real.
What movie scene has made you cry like a little girl?
The “Crying Dog Mom” wants to know.
Public displays of…
I had just taken my seat on the subway this morning when I heard someone crying.
It was a woman across the aisle from me. And she wasn’t trying to hold it in or hide her tears — she was loudly weeping and sobbing.
Since I had just boarded, I looked around at my fellow passengers, trying to get a read on what if anything had been done. At that moment, a man said, “Are you okay, miss? Do you need help?”
She said no and immediately quieted. Everyone looked relieved.
I know I was.
Not two minutes went by and she began wailing again, even louder this time. Looks were exchanged.
I finally reached in my briefcase and handed her a tissue. She didn’t say thank you, but she calmed down until her stop.
I will admit – – I have cried on the subway before, but in a much more stealth fashion. Or at least I hope so, for the passengers’ sake.
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