Hi guys. Right now, I feel like I just left a funeral, where I broke up with my boyfriend, and then the hearse ran over my dog. In reality, I just got back from seeing The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, which should just be called Horrible Emotional Trauma: The Movie. The running time of the film is 159 minutes. I was crying for about 150 of those minutes. And six of the remaining minutes I spent in the bathroom. So we’re looking at like three tear-less minutes there. And I’m not talking, like, a single poignant tear running down my cheek — I’m talking, like, sobbing my eyes out and wiping my face with the popcorn napkin. It was awful.
Plus I was with a guy friend who I think was just totally mortified to be seen with me, and appalled at the thought that anyone might mistakenly think that this blubbering shit-show was his girlfriend. It was all-around just awful. Awful, awful, awful. I thought I was going to see some cute little romantic flick with some tender moments and a shirtless Brad Pitt, but no. It was three straight hours of tugging at my heartstrings. No, that doesn’t do it justice. It doesn’t tug at your heartstrings. It systematically attaches your heartstrings to a fucking snow plow and then sends the whole mess down the side of a mountain. Horrible, horrible, horrible. The last time I cried that hard for that long they tried to put me in a psych ward. You think I’m joking. Seriously make sure you’re in stable emotional condition before seeing this film. It put my ass through the ringer. Still: better than seeing Valkyrie.
Goood i need to see this movie, my bf is like, NO I dont wanna see that.
I love crying movies!
i saw it tonight too, and thought it was a-maz-ing.
didn’t cry the ENTIRE time, just for some parts. haha
I still want to see that because it looks like no plot I’ve ever seen before. I also want to see Valkyrie because it has Carice van Houten who was phenomenal Zwartboek (Black Book). I am officially in love with Carice.
does it really? i like her! but i still don’t think i could sit through that much tom cruise…
The original plot belongs to F. Scott Fitzgerald. That’s what it’s awesome.
Hi.
I laughed during this WHOLE blog.
I’m not seeing that movie though, thank God you wrote this, because I was going to go see it tomorrow.
But now I’m not.
Because today I COMPLETELY broke up with my boyfriend whom I loved. (long story)
And I also lost a friend who I’ve known for 10 years because he went completely psychotic on me.
In fact, I’m so crushed, I’m writing about it on a comment in a gossip blog.
So yeah. Not gonna go see the movie.
wow. that sounds like some kind of date. “blubbering shit-show” was good though. and i’ve put someone in a psych ward. it was awesome. like not at all. like this forest gump on downers of a movie sounds like
soooo, um, awful in a good way or a bad way??? i don’t quite understand. i love tearjerkers, but from what you just wrote, i’m not sure if it’s a fantastic sad movie or just.. a movie that’s so bad you cried through it. ??????
ditto. so was it good or bad Beet? Also, did anyone see Marley and Me?
I don’t get it??? I saw this movie on Xmas day. It was …OKAY. Only okay. Too long. I didn’t cry, and I cry at anything. Are you saying you cried b/c it was sad?? It was, a bit. I guess I just didn’t really care about this character. I actually liked Seven Pounds MUCH better … but apparently I am unique in this opinion b/c it’s getting cruddy reviews. But, oh well.
I loved Seven Pounds, but it was a tear jerker too. I purposfully avoided both Button & Marley and Me b/c I didn’t want to cry and I ended up sobbing for the last 30 minutes anyway. Still really good and worth seeing though.
I agree. Actually, not quite. Button was awful. Just awful. It had that ‘trying to be epic’ feel about it, but didn’t reach the epicness of Titanic or The Notebook by a long shot. I cry at just about everything. Hell I cry at Billy Elliot. This movie made my butt hurt. Way too long, way too boring, no conflict whatsoever, etc. The part where he leaves Daisy didn’t make any bloody sense. He could have stuck around for 20 more years. Grrrr just so mad I didn’t go see Valkyrie or whatever that piece of crap (I assume) is called.
This movie’s ONLY redeemable scenes were the “Did I ever tell you I’ve been struck by lightening seven times?!” bits. I laughed, hard, at them. Otherwise I would rather have been doing crosswords or reading. BLAH!
I’ve never heard of Seven Pounds though…
Why’d they make the nose look like Pamela Anderson’s? So you get old, you grow a Pam nose or what? Just what the frig are they trying to suggest, huh?
Huh…I went and saw it last night and absolutely LOVED it. I didn’t cry at all, but maybe that’s the large quantity of antidepressants coursing through my body. Regardless, it was an amazing movie that has kept me thinking since.
I fully intend to see it again!
(And Beet, how could you not laugh with every lightening strike?!)
I have absolutely no urge to watch it. It sort of seems like a more modern version of Merlin in “The Once and Future King” by T H White. I read the book, I don’t need to watch the movie.
That was one of my absolute favourite books when I was eleven years old. I did my big presentation book report on Once and Future King in the fifth grade. I LOOOOve that book!
One of my faves, too!
oh yeah I saw this movie… I didnt cry but I felt kind of empty at the end- I was so depressed! – oh yeah Erin- the lightning was probably the only thing that kept me sane!!! I dont really cry at movies.. even Titanic hahaa.. the ONLY movie I actually cried during was The Lion King. I am NOT even kidding!!! lol.. I grew up on that movie but when I was older and PMSing (and fighting with my parents, and hating life, and depressed after m y grandfather died…) I bawled my ass off watching it while home alone in my basement.
anyways- I liked the movie because it was an interesting plot but I felt a little violated when I left…
When I first saw The Lion King when I was 5, I bawled my eyes out in the movie theater when Mufasa died. It still can tug at my heartstrings every now and again.
The puppies are getting entirely to large for their small bed.
Jesus that post was funny. “Blubbering shit-storm”. Classic. And boy, can I relate to the psych ward remark…except *I* got put IN–right at the same time Brit got HER 51-50. Awesome. Still, it was better than the eating disorder clinic. I don’t cry at ANYTHING anymore–we’re going today to see “Benjamin Button”. I’ll let you know if I cried; don’t count on it, though.
How come you don’t cry any more, Julia? Do you take anti-depressant meds now, like Prozac or Zoloft, something like that? I’m tryinng to research and ask around to find out more about anti-depressants and what kind of emotional and all-around mental side-effects each brand of them has. I’m seriously curious, I’m sort of med-brand shopping. In the market for happy pills, pretty much.
So, yeah, do you not cry any more perhaps due to a medication you’re taking now? If you are taking a new med, which brand is it, what’s the name of it? Is it O.K. for me to ask? Just ignore me if you don’t feel like talking about it, bella…
On this subject….my mom cried at EVERYTHING throughout my childhood. She couldn’t even read us some books because she would melt down. Anyway, she went on Prozac about 15 years ago and has cried only ONCE since, when her dad died. She said it just shut off that part of her mind. Must be genetic b/c I cry at puppies, but that stuff changed her world!
I’d be happy to talk about it. I did leave a giant post, but not sure it’ll make it on, Bella.
xoxo j
That clinches it, then: I’m not going to see this movie. The last time I cried all the way through a film, my eyes were swollen shut for 2 days – try explaining that to your boss and co-workers.
Wow, holy shit – swollen shut for two whole days just from crying? What movie was it?
“Saving Private Ryan.” I know – go figure.
This movie is incredible!! I give it many thumbs up. Yes, it does tug at your heart strings. I did not cry, but teared up in a couple places. Go see if you want to watch a good story.
Wow — so I am guessing I should save this one for post-baby hormonal craziness.
I saw this movie last night and thought it was the most incredible movie I have seen in years. But I would suggest that you not wait until after the baby arrives…there are aspects of this movie that will be very disturbing to you after just giving birth. But don’t let these comments deter you from seeing the movie…it is an amazing story, and so beautifully acted by every single one of the actors. And Brad Pitt is one gorgeous man, no matter what age he is.
I saw it…but only cried the last 30 or 40 minutes. Still liked it more than disliked it though.
Still not smoking Beet? I have 14 months off the smokes, and during the first 6 months would continually have a Def-Com 4 meltdown. Day long crying jags spurred by the craziest crap. Was in Seattle the weekend of the JingleBell run, and saw “The Changeling” with my mother in law and her sister… nearly came out of MY SKIN….
Hang in there, and ride the emotional waves… they do eventually subside and it’s so worth it….
In that old age makeup, Brad Pitt looks like John Voight (to me anyway). I wonder if AJ sees what I’m seeing…
the movie was awesome
minus the line to get into the theater
you would think people have better things to do than go see a movie on Christmas day.
Benjamin Button was very Fincher-esque… almost as good as his other stuff if not for some nagging plot holes
The last bits from when he was brought as a boy to the Home, had me breathless I was so choking so much.
Something about seeing the little boy then toddler then baby really got to me. We’re so used to seeing a toddler as being in the process of growing, getting older, developing, to suddenly see it as close to death was very disturbing to me. When he died, I was done for…..still affects me now days later….
But it makes you think. He lived a full life, as full as anyone could hope for and certainly more than the poor soldiers who died in that troop ship but yet it felt wrong. Why do we see an old person perhaps with Alzheimers in a home near death and not feel the same sadness. This too once was a vibrant young person who bears little resemblence to what we see today and perhaps also can’t remember most of his life.
So bitter sweet to see that he was held by someone who did know him and who he once was…..