Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Watching Movies

In a recent blog post Ceridwen Morris tells as that being a mom means she's a movie watching wuss. I'm right there with her. I couldn't even tolerate previews for The Changeling and when the dead brother plot point emerged in Rachel Getting Married my growing fury at the movie burst into a full blown case of weeping rage (rage at the manipulation, weeping for the lost child).

Little did I know that my husband, too, is now changed in his movie watching. He's always enjoyed the romantic comedies (we saw Notting Hill during its opening weekend), but before we had kids the only time he really cried in a movie was at the end of Whale Rider when, you know, the little girl rides the whale. But this summer? He got home from taking the kids to see Nanny McPhee Returns and confessed, "I totally sobbed." There's a war and a lost father, so one can understand that. Then he watched Nanny McPhee with the kids on the couch. (I'd already watched it the day before.) When it was over, he came staggering into the kitchen. "Sobbed," he chirped, "I totally sobbed." If you haven't seen the first Nanny McPhee movie, I can tell you, the end is like the end of any random fairy tale and while Colin Firth, the movie's lead, is especially good at providing the gleeful and humble emotions of those moments, it's not exactly a tear-jerker. No. It's children that's done this to my husband, nothing more, nothing less. Just children.


marjorie said...

Aw, I love your husband!!

My friend Daryl-lynn is my screener. She knows I can't see movies that show a child in pain or terror, and I can't see movies in which a mom is separated from her child, so she'll generally let me know if I can handle a given film. I stupidly broke this rule a few years ago -- she SAID I shouldn't see Pan's Labyrinth and I did, and OMG NO NO NO NO NO. The fact that the girl in the movie looks a little like Josie did NOT help.

Robin Aronson said...

It's always in the movies you should never, ever see that the kid looks a little too much like you're own kid for your own good. Always.