[Possible spoiler alert needed here… but these movies have been out for a looong time… so…]
I shed a ridiculous amount of tears at the end of Inside Out. They were falling from my eyes so fast I couldn’t stop them before they dripped down my face over my neck down between my upper lady parts until they were stopped by my bra. When the theater lights came up, I noticed everyone else was crying, too. My kids, my husband… and pretty much every other person in that theater. I think it was particular gut-wrenching for parents. But yeah, the kids cried, too.
I haven’t watched that movie again since… despite the funny parts and the presence of perfectly-casted Lewis Black.
Today, my daughter happened to find Big Hero 6 on television. I adore this movie and I’ve seen it many times. Double digits… I’ve lost count. Yet every time, I cry. God, the ending…
“Mom… are you crying?”
“No… my eyes are all watery because of this damn cold…”
I have seen Tangled more times than any other movie, Disney or otherwise. And the tears. One would think after so many viewings, I would be over the crying thing… but no. Still gets me… every damn time. [I will now post way too many images from Tangled. Hey, at least I put them in a slideshow…]
Even just these stills are killing me.
Maybe I love the devastation followed by the perfection. Maybe I’m just that sappy. Maybe (in the case of Tangled) I’m completely taken in by the perfect man…
[Oh, by the way, I really do watch grown-up movies, too. Occasionally.]