Minor flooding May 11, 2009

I’m not a crier. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve cried over the last two years- at least two of those times were because I was extremely drunk and couldn’t find my friends/shoe, and another was when I attempted to cry just to see if I could do it on cue.

That’s why I was extremely surprised at my behaviour when watching Marley and Me yesterday. I cried solidly for the last twenty minutes. Not just a few silent tears. This was a new experience. This was a downpour. I’m just pleased I was at home rather than in the cinema, because I would have severely embarrassed myself.

It’s not that the film was hugely entertaining- it dragged quite a bit in the middle and there were a few montages too many. But the ending was just so… sad. In a very quiet, very undramatic way.

The film is based on US journalist John Grogan’s autobiography of the same name. I’m not sure that I’d recommend the film, purely because I wouldn’t like to see anybody shed as many tears as I did yesterday. But give it a go if you must.