I was allowed to watch Watership Down as a kid and I still think back on it as a think of unspeakable horror. All I remembered for years was the scene with a rabbit struggling desperately against a snare, its mouth working with the struggle and blood around its throat. A couple of years ago, I listened to the song "Bright Eyes" (from the movie) after seeing it recommended on the internet, here possibly, and I was seized with an unaccountable horror. I listened to it through and sat terrified, wondering how anyone could think such a dark and hopeless song was beautiful. I attributed that to the lyrics, which are lonely and desperate, referring to the dimming of the light in someone's eyes upon dying (yeah, that's pretty sick) and the obscurity of the world after this one. I have deep beliefs in the continuation of life after death, and believe in seeing my loved ones again, and usually I don't fear death itself much, yet here I was, suddenly afraid. I understand now. I'm sure that somewhere in my mind is the memory of watching that horrible movie, too fascinated to walk away, too repressed to cry, but still horrified... As a kid, I didn't speak up much.
And I heard it was not all that faithful to the book in that the book had some hope in it.
Now the movie that always gets me weepy is It's a Wonderful Life, particularly the scene where Mr. Gower hits George's sore ear. To hear that kid cry sets me off every time. Even in this age of horror movies, I still consider that a fairly shocking scene, just for that little moment.
I wasn't as able to cry at movies as a kid, though. I remember wanting to but being unable to. It was like I didn't know how. My kids have been known to sob in terror at a movie, though... Specifically: my oldest ran howling from Who Framed Roger Rabbit? when the creepy guy melted that cute little toon shoe. Man I felt awful... I had forgotten how graphic the first dip scene was, seeing the little shoe's look of terror and all. To this day she's never seen the rest of it, and I haven't ever suggested it.
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