Blog #1: Where do tears come from? | kathryn1985's Blog

I have never been quite sure of the exact purpose of a person's blog and approached this with reluctance. I've read many and many have been interesting. In just the past few days I've caught up with Shannon's beautifully written song sung on her vid with her beautifully fragile yet elegant voice (think gossamer and butterfly wings), Allergic's skillfully crafted website, her guitar strummin and her earthy, robust voice, and HLP's trip through Chicago's Art Institute and the artists that reached out and grabbed the hillbilly by the collar and said to him, "You sit here and look."

And then it hit me:  A blog is something that is important to a person made important to the reader especially if there is a connection of some sort. It could also be "just for the writer." it could be what the person is good at, likes to do, hates, finds amusing, a point of view or a rant. It could be a secret. It's always personal.

My first blog touches on several of those points, plus an admission:  I cry during movies. If there's a scene that can be remotely perceived as sad, my brain runs with it and the tears gush. No, not during the ridiculous, humorous or arcane but all others. Love gone bad, love gone good, boy gets girl or loses girl . . . any turning moment .. .  any at all . . .  doesn't matter. Turn on the faucet. 

My fiance (who's getting amazingly good at calling the exact second of the very first tear and all of them thereafter; Persnickety too, my doggie, has nailed down the moment and bursts on and up off my lap to lick the tears) and I watched three movies over the weekend and I've been left with a sore, red face. What could I do? They were all tear jerkers. Well, to me. 

The gorgeous Kate Hudson, a smiling, happy go lucky, creative advertising exec, learns early in the movie "A Little Bit of Heaven"  that she is stricken with late stage colon cancer. While the movie doesn't really deal with the morbidity of the disease . . .  it's for a wide audience . . . it aptly describes the relationships she has with friends and family including an exquisite turn by Kathy Bates as annoying, loving mom ...  as everybody's mom.  A bit of corny but she falls for a young doc (the too skinny, too short Gael Garcia Bernal) which makes for several touching and very wet scenes. 

Then there was the even more gorgeous (on Katie's beauty/lust-o-meter) Jennifer Love Hewitt in the farcical "If Only" where she plays a music student and teacher, studying in London, falls for the handsome and moral young man (Oooo, the accent!!), gets in an argument and .... BAM . . . she dies in a taxi accident. I wailed. next scene there she is. Handsome young businessman gets a second chance to save her. Romantic scenes. Crying. She jumps into his arms. Crying. She pouts and gets sad at the restaurant. More crying. Same taxi scene. BAM. He dies. Hysterical crying. 

The coup de grace came this afternoon with the Tom Hanks movie, "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close." Nixed at the movies 'cause the title was too long and "not another 9/11 movie." But you can't beat free (ripped from the Internet from .... never mind. It was two hours of bawl-haul. Every single moment about the movie was sad:  Hanks is an inquisitive and thoughtful dad who teaches his young son those exact traits. With fatal luck, he dies in the upper floors of the World Trade Center attending a meeting he never attends. The precocious son finds a key in a jar in his father's closet and sets out with a single clue, the last name of "Black", to find what that key opens. Thumbs up on this one across the board but bring the tissues.