The deep emotional impact of Forest Gump
I don't cry much in real life. In fact, I'm fairly emotionally reserved (which makes for a nice gender-role switch, since my husband is Mr. Let's Share Our Feelings), but movies can make me cry at the drop of a hat. I'm sitting here working on one of the stories I owe for ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fire_fic, and Forest Gump is on in the background. I turned around and saw the scene where he finds out about his son for the first time, and I am bawling. When he asks if little Forest is smart or if he's like his father ... *sniff*
And now I feel like a big wimp.
fire_fic, and Forest Gump is on in the background. I turned around and saw the scene where he finds out about his son for the first time, and I am bawling. When he asks if little Forest is smart or if he's like his father ... *sniff* And now I feel like a big wimp.