(UGGGGGH. I’m tearing up just re-reading the title of this post.)
A few days ago, I watched White Christmas for the second time in seven years. Approximately seven years ago, I was having a sleepover with all my other siblings at my grandparents’ house, and once all my brothers or sisters were asleep, Grandma came downstairs and asked me if I wanted to watch a movie just with her and Grandpa. Of course I said yes. 😀 And White Christmas was the movie we watched. It was so long ago that I don’t remember any of my reaction to it, just that I had indeed seen it before when Mom brought it up (this being the Christmas time of year and all). Actually, she just suggested that one of my sisters and I learn how to sing “Sisters” together and I asked where that song was from, she told me, and after I got to thinking about the little bits and pieces I remembered about the movie, I went out and got it from the library.
Because, from what I remembered, it was nearly everything I liked in a movie. Old movie musical? Check. Lots of dancing and singing? Check. WWII/soldiers? Check. Famous old movie stars? Check. Yep, I was pretty sure I would love White Christmas. My sister (the same one who’s going to sing “Sisters” with me…sometime), was pretty excited about it too. Soooo…we started it. And as soon as all the soldiers started singing for General Waverly, the ending of the film rushed back to me. I turned to my mom and said “I’m going to cry at the end of this.” To which she replied, “I’m already crying.” Hoo boy. I should’ve known right then and there the onslaught of Feels (with a capital ‘F’) was going to be tremendous. And if I’d thought that then, I wouldn’t have been wrong.
There were some Feelings during the whole fake engagement and Betty leaving thing because all I could think of was “What’s it going to be like when Elisabeth or I get engaged/married?” (alá Anne Shirley) but the biggest thing was, like I’d thought, the ending. I haven’t cried so much/so hard during a movie for a loooong time – I’d actually kind of forgotten what it was like to cry for a movie at the level of, say, Les Miserables or BBC’s Robin Hood. It was so emotional! (in a happy way) And I don’t really want to give spoilers, in case some people reading this haven’t watched the movie (YOU SHOULD, THOUGH), but you’ll probably cry too. White Christmas is definitely a film like Saving Mr Banks, in that I tear up just thinking about certain parts.
Oh, well. Sad is happy for deep people.