Sometimes I wonder if I'm just heartless. I went to see "United 93" with John yesterday and I noticed, as we were leaving, that a lot of people were really crying. I don't just mean a little dabbing of the eyes, I mean bloodshot eyes and sniffly. The only part of the movie that made me sad was when the first plane hit one of the towers. In the movie, they showed CNN footage with a close-up view of the smoke pouring out of the tower. That kind of hit me because I remember that morning so vividly and I remember watching the footage live. But later, when the people on flight 93 were talking to family and crying...it didn't make me sad. I don't know if it was bad acting or just the fact that there was barely any character development. I always have a hard time being sad when I feel like I know nothing about the character.
Also, "The Passion of the Christ". I didn't cry at all during that movie and it seemed like everyone else in the room was bawling. I can't use the excuse, "Well, it's just a movie." because both of those movies are based on actual events and, had I been there, I'm sure I would have cried.
BUT - sometimes I cry when I see baby animals or when I see people get nice new homes on Extreme Makeover Home Edition.
I cry at happy things and I am indifferent to sad or tragic things. I think I grew to be that way.
No comments:
Post a Comment