And of course, for a music lover, Mr. Holland's Opus is devastatingly sad and happy and emotional at the end. Of course, it all starts when he does the light show for his deaf son's school and then sings "Beautiful Boy" to Cole, which gets the tears starting. And then there's when all of his students come back together to perform his opus. Unfortunately, that also means that Mr. Holland is leaving because the school is cutting the music program, which is devastating in its self. When the dumb red-head mayor/governor/senator/whatever she is introduces the opus and then sits down in her dang clarinet chair because she's the dang red-head chick who couldn't play worth beans, I lose it! (And when I say dumb and dang, it's simply because that's the only way I can control my tears now).
Now, for some reason, unbeknownst to me, I have started to get far too emotional. I started tearing up when I saw the preview for the dang Bucket List. The preview! And I didn't even attempt to go see the movie! Forget about it. And I'm not even a Jack Nicholson or Morgan Freeman fan!
But that started off a trend. I started majorly tearing up at nearly every single slightly emotional movie. But where I really lost it was Amazing Grace. It was about 2:00 in the afternoon, nobody was home, and I was sitting at home watching Amazing Grace. I knew the story- William Wilberforce attempting to stop the British slave trade, getting sicker and sicker, facing opposition, trying to figure out which of the two identical old men were the good and bad one, the death of Equiano who never got to see the result of their work, etc. Of course, Amazing Grace in itself is one of my favorite hymns anyway and I can still recite the John Newton speech from Psalty. But I never thought that the movie was hit me like it did. At the end, when they announce the votes for the abolition of the slave trade and they show all of the shots of the various characters (and I'm sure Chris Tomlin's version of Amazing Grace was in the background but I might be making that up....), I am sitting in my house, alone, bawling! Uncontrollably! It was ridiculous!
And then finally, this morning. I haven't had time at all to watch TV at night, so I've been catching up when I haven't been working on when I get back. So this morning, I sit and watch ER. I knew that a "fan favorite" was going to die. but honestly, I thought they were going to pull a usual ER and have some sort of surprise ending. But when they rolled Pratt upstairs and had those amazing shots of Chunie and Haleh watching and crotchety Frank squeezing his shoulder before going into the elevator, I knew it was over. Pratt! Why Pratt! Just like most characters on ER (Archie Morris in particular), you can't stand him at first but he totally grows on you. I would say that he was one of my favorites. And now he's gone! At the beginning of the season! I can understand maybe at the end but man.... what are you doing to me! I haven't watched ER since the beginning but I can count on both hands I think all the characters they've gotten rid of- Dr. Greene (who apparently is making his way back this season... in flashbacks??), John Carter, Michael Gallant, Kerry Weaver, Alex Kingston (why the heck can't I remember her ER name! The British gal who was married to Dr. Greene!), Shane West (oh Shane!!!! You lost your spot on ER and your legs!), Luka, Dr. Romano (OK, I wasn't sad about him), and that was just the regualr characters. That doesn't count the coming and going characters- like the chick from 3rd Rock from the Sun who didn't like Sam and fired Haleh, Dr. Skye the weirdo, the doctor that Abby cheated on Luka with (what the heck was his name? Man, I'm losing it!). So I cry when Pratt dies and then when I think I'm under control, smiling at their fun little get together at Ikes and the toast with the mozzarella sticks (which I am now craving), I cry again when I see that dang Abby is leaving! AUGH!!!!!! I can't take it!!!
Oh emotions.... how you toy with me!!!
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