Blub your heart out...

Forgive me coming over all metrosexual for a second but I have to 'fess up to something...

I cry at movies and plays.

Almost anything sets me off.

But I have to say when I was watching the "Railway Children" with my kids last night and, the moment Jenny Agutter says "Daddy! My Daddy!", as her falsly imprisoned father returns, I cried like a baby. I'm choking up now just thinking about it. I'd challenge any father, particularly one with a daughter, not to wipe a tear from his eye at that moment. It's partly the circumstances, partly the delivery, and partly the writing. Most writers would have plumped for "Daddy, daddy!". It's that little "my" that changes the cadence and delivers a killer punch - the lost years returning to her.

As an aside, I also have to admit that I'm "wierded out" by the fact that it is Jenny Agutter delivering that line - she, who was one of my first adolescent fantasies when she goes skinny dipping in "Walkabout". And don't even get me started on that shower scene in "American Werewolf in London"... I get hard-on's in movies too - perhaps I'm not so metrosexual after all.



So, dear readers, a question for you...

What makes you cry at the movies or am I just a big girl's blouse?

Enjoy...