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
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.
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And now I feel like a big wimp.
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silly silly sister. blackmail her.
I came close to crying at Finding Nemo, and I was definitely feel very sympathetic in Lilo and Stitch; Disney really knows how to make their characters dysfunctional and miserable and then how to take the audience along for the ride.