Oh. Sweet. Jesus. On. A. Bike.
I saw "The Savages" today. By myself. I was just expecting phenomenal acting from Philip Seymour Hoffman and Laura Linney, two truly talented actors whom I want to be best friends with. And the film was great. Fantastic. Beautiful.
But I could not stop crying. It was worse than Sophie's Choice or Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet or Terms of Endearment. And I'm not a crier. But at the final scene, I was a soggy, emotional mess. I should have just stayed in the darkness and wept for a couple more hours. But I thought I'd be fine with a little walk. I blow my nose, go outside to call a friend. I start sobbing uncontrollably when I mention the dog in the film to her and have to hang up. THE DOG!! It hit too close to home. I myself have a pug with partially paralyzed legs. I can't talk about it anymore. I'm getting choked up again. But...jesus. Sweet, sweet baby jesus.
p.s. the poster for the movie was illustrated by Chris Ware. Seriously. It just doesn't get any better than this.
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