Lilja 4-ever (with a pinch of Jedward)

I finally made myself watch Lilja 4-ever. People have been saying I should see it for, well, forever, but I'm not good with films that are depressing. I love movies because the make me feel happy and forget all the real problems of the real world, and I usually only tolerate horribly sad films if they are documentaries, or called Schindler's List. And yes, I had to stop to relieve myself of the anxiety the story caused me, both in the middle of the film and after it, but of course it was a good one and I'm glad I finally watched it. But the pain of the world is heavy on one pair of shoulders, ever if they are unproportionately broad for a lady (and mine are).

Luckily my newly-found happy pill has so many videos uploaded on YouTube that it is impossible to watch all of them, which means I have found an inexhaustible source of happiness and I don't ever have to worry about human trafficking again, because I can always just watch the tongue video and forget all about all things evil! (Or even better, the one with the banana eating.) Hah, okay, seriously now. There is a good moment for Weltschmerz, but such moment is not in the middle of the night. In the middle of the night is a good moment for happy thoughts, denial and keeping your mind off of bad things, and thus, Jedward.

Sigh. You start writing a post, thinking you know what you're writing about, and end up writing about something quite beautifully beside the point. Oh well!

Cry, baby, cry...

This week on Movie Monday... tearjerkers! I can be a real cry baby when watching movies. Often I have phases when I'm more prone to burst into tears during a moving or shocking or, sometimes, completely casual scene. Some quaranteed tearjerkers of mine are The Green Mile (the final execution), Titanic (Nearer My God To Thee), Toy Story 3 (Andy and his toys in the end, duh) and Billy Elliot (only during the phases, though).

Also, some documentaries I've watched recently (Bowling for Columbine and Nuit et brouillard) made me weep so bad it almost hurt. Reality is painful!
 

My biggest tearjerker still has to be Schindler's List. I rewatched it a few months ago (right after watching Nuit et brouillard, by the way; geez, did I cry myself sore that day!) and it hit me so much harder that it did the first time I watched it several years earlier. Getting older makes you soft! Schindler's List is such an exhausting yet amazing watching experience; your eyes never dry because the emotionally charged scenes are frequent and intense. Approximately half way through I was almost forced to have a break due to the overwhelming stream of tears.

Even though the whole film is a constant parade of weeping, the single most tearjerking scene has to be, in addition to the final scene, all the stuff with the girl in the red coat. Oh dear, oh dear...

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P.S. GUESS WHO'S GOING TO LONDON TOMORROW AND TO SEE THE GLEE LIVE! CONCERT ON SUNDAY OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!! (Unless I face some more hardship and everything goes wrong some more. Expect either a hysterically happy or a hysterically depressed post next week... The title will be either "Kill me now so I can die happy" or just "Kill me now".)