Archive for June, 2010

Everyone loves a good cry and what better way to get some cry-therapy than to sit down and enjoy your favourite tearjerker? We all have our favourites and there are plenty of moments captured on celluloid guaranteed to bring a lump to your throat.

Here are just a few of my own favourites…

Titanicwho didn’t have a blub into their hankies towards the end of this film? for me it was the moment when the elderly Rose walks the deck towards the edge of the ship and leans over the side to gaze down into the depths of the ocean above the site of the wreck of the Titanic. She thinks back to that fateful night and then opens her hand to reveal the precious stone that she carried on her when she was rescued from the water all those years ago. She takes a deep breath and then lets it fall down into the black depths. Then she is shown in her bed and we know she has passed on – the camera lingers on photos, moments from her life after the tragedy. Then for major lump-in-the-throat stuff we are whisked back to the Titanic in all it’s glory, as Rose, young again, meets Jack on the staircase under the clock and kiss to the applause of all those friends who perished that night so long ago. 

On Golden Pond - I blubbed when I first saw it in 1980 and I still get choked up when I watch this film starring the irreplaceable Henry Fonda and Katharine Hepburn. Two moments for me in particular: 1) when Norman is dispatched to pick some strawberries for Ethel and he becomes lost and disoriented after walking just a few feet from their home. He finds his way back and breaks down when he tells her he ‘forgot the way’. Ethel then tells him that, no matter what happens, he will always be her ‘knight in shining armour’. 2) right at the end when Chelsea is saying goodbye to her parents and for the first time calls her father ‘dad’ instead of ‘Norman’. He takes her in his arms and holds her and she relishes the moment between them. 

Terms of Endearmentthree moments for me in this one. The first is the famous ‘give my daughter the shot!!!!’ which any mother can surely identify with. I think any mother would ‘do an Aurora’ if the need arose. The second is the scene which, once again, would tear at the heart of any mother – where Emma says goodbye to her two little boys in the hospital knowing her death from cancer is imminent. The third, and the one which makes me almost choke to death each time I watch it, is Emma’s death. The finest ‘death scene’ I have ever watched in a film – Emma slips away silently after turning to look at her mother.  Aurora leans in close expecting her daughter to say something to her and then realises she has died – her anguish and tears at her daughter’s passing…”I never thought it would be this hard, this is too hard, oh my sweet, sweet baby…”

Lassie Come Homesorry, but it just does something to me does the final scene. After being sold and sent away because her owners could not afford to keep her, Lassie has finally limped home to her village and makes her way to her spot under the tree to wait for her little master to come out of school. When the young Roddy McDowell sees his beloved long-lost dog waiting for him he runs to her and throws his arms around her with joy…”You’re my Lassie come home”. Sniffle…

Philadelphiathis wonderful film has a final sequence which breaks my heart. Andy has died from AID’s and at his wake his family and friends gather around a television to watch home movies featuring Andy and his younger brother as little boys. Playing on the beach, opening Xmas presents, blowing out candles on a birthday cake, being normal healthy children…with the music of Bruce Springsteen accompanying the footage the images are a powerful and at the same time heartrending portrayal of past happiness and immense loss. The first time I saw the film this final sequence devastated me.

Waking Ned DevineI just love this delightful film starring the late, great Ian Bannen. Shot on the Isle of Man, we see the touching relationship between two elderly men who have been friends all their lives and now must put not only their friendship to the test but their principals as well when they conspire to collect the Lotto winnings of a friend who died of shock during the televised draw. The moment I love is when the village is burying old Ned and the lottery agent comes into the church during the funeral. Micheal Sullivan has pretended to be Ned to the agent and is seated in the front pew – his friend and co-conspirator Jackie is giving the eulogy and has to decided whether to maintain the charade or not…and begins to eulogise instead about his ‘very dear friend Micheal Sullivan’. He talks about their friendship and how “the words spoken at a funeral are spoken too late for the man who has died” – he is paying tribute to his lifelong friend sitting in front of him, still very much alive, and who gets the rare chance to hear words spoken about him which he would never have heard otherwise.

Upwhat a revelation this animated film is. In the early part of the film the beautiful and moving montage of the life of the elderly man and his wife, showing them across the years from their marriage to her death. Just gorgeous.

Ghostah come on, everyone has a blub at the last scene when Molly at last is able to see her beloved Sam as he bids farewell to her moments before he is finally taken to heaven.

Blossoms in the Dustthe moving 1941 film about Edna Gladney, the wonderful woman who opened an orphanage in Fort Worth Texas for ‘foundling’ children in the days when illegitimacy was a stigma that destroyed many innocent lives. Continues to pack a powerful punch even today – Mrs Gladney fought the terrible social stigma so many children carried throughout their lives as the word ‘illegitimate’ used to be stamped on one’s birth certificate and even passport. She successfully fought to have this word removed from all official records. In this film Greer Garson plays Edna Gladney and this film has many moments of deep emotion. For me it is the scene when Edna must finally relinquish the little boy Timmy whom she has cared for since he was an abandoned baby with a disability. Edna prepares Timmy for adoption by a couple who have recently lost their own child, packing his suitcase and telling him about his new home despite the agony she feels in her own heart at giving him up. This is the one film my own father could not get through without a box of kleenex!

 

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I know I have a very broad cynical streak which runs right through me from head to toe but it has nothing to do with the huge rat I was getting a whiff of as soon as the story broke about actor Gary Coleman’s death. Frankly I do not believe a word that has come out of the mouth of his ugly ex-wife Shannon Price ever since. Ms Price looks like the result of some hideous laboratory experiment that involved the DNA of Nicole Kidman and Molly Ringwald with a bit of Chucky thrown in for good measure…

We know that Gary Coleman is now at peace having lived a life that should have been a lot happier than it was. We know that he sustained a head injury so severe he virtually bled to death on the floor of his home – while his ex-wife, Ms Price also in the home at the time, made a very cool 911 call during which she made it very clear she was not going to go anywhere near him to help despite the urgings of the emergency staff on the line.

Emergency Call Staff: “Do you think you can go down and look at him?”

Shannon Price: “Mmm, I don’t know, I think…there’s a lot of blood…His head is all gross… No I can’t help him, I can’t look at blood…”

This is where I have trouble buying this woman’s side of things; the man she supposedly loved was bleeding to death just a few feet away and yet she was too squamish to go and at least hold a towel to his head until an ambulance arrived. For one thing how does one sustain such a head injury from simply slipping over on the floor, a head injury that resulted in a gaping open wound that bled so badly…? a head wound very similar to one inflicted by a blunt instrument…

The guy arrives home, goes upstairs and is asked by the ex-wife to go down to the kitchen and fix her something to eat, he goes off downstairs…then bang – he is on the floor with a serious head injury. She calls 911 but refuses to go anywhere near him claiming she cannot stand the sight of blood. 48 hours later she turns off his life support the second the doctors express doubt about his recovery. Didn’t waste any time did she? Since his death she has hit the celebrity trail and is earning serious money out of being the grieving ex-wife; appearing on talk shows that previously would never have touched this vile looking woman with a barge pole, she has even stooped to the lowest level of all and has sold the photographs she took of Coleman on his deathbed to an undisclosed tabloid publication. Gary Coleman always despised the tabloids.

Having watched one of the recent videos of her being interviewed about the incident I have to say I am dismayed about one thing she said; she claimed the decision to turn off Gary’s life support was the most difficult decision she ever made – more difficult then than deciding heroically to overcome her ‘fear of blood’ to go and assist him as soon as he fell and lay bleeding on the floor of their home…turning off that machine should have been the easier decision to make, putting aside her own supposed ‘fear’ at his time of need should have been the real test of courage for her instead of throwing a towel at the poor injured man lying on the floor. I don’t believe a word she says, I don’t believe he accidentally fell – I believe he was ambushed, he walked into a well-planned trap and it worked.

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