It was a three hanky night as my father would say. Hankies were his way of rating a film that had a high tear-jerk factor. Those films that make you cry, every single time. I'd list some favourites, but only Out of Africa and the English Patient come to mind. (Arguably the English Patient just makes me cry for no apparent reason, still a great film.)
Tonight, we curled up and watched E.T. The Extra Terrestrial. (SPOILER ALERT!) I must admit that when I was a girl the film never really connected with me. By the time we went to see it, the film was pretty much in overkill mode. Whatever it was we were expecting it to be, there was no way it could live up to it.
Now that the decades have passed, I must admit I underestimate the impact the film has. We turned down the lights, got the big neon green blanket out, and snuggled up for an evening of film. The Boy was sucked in from the first moments with the men chasing ET through the woods. It took him on a journey, that left him exhausted and sobbing. Poor kid. After the little alien died, the child was crying so much he missed ET's little red heart light coming back on. (I must admit I shed a few tears myself.) He calmed down enough to watch the great escape only to be crushed when E.T. finally went home.
"But Baby, he's alive and he gets to be with the people who love him the best."
"He should have stayed with Elliot," he sobbed. "I wanted him to stay."
"It's like when you go L's house," I try again "It's good to visit but you want to come home to where people love you the most."
The Man gives it a try. No luck. The Boy sobbed himself to sleep. Poor kid. It's a complicated to be torn between understanding that E.T. wants to go home to with him mom, but at the same time he wants to stay with Elliot. (At the end of the day, you can only trust adults to not understand. They just want to cut up what they don't understand.) Some days, you just need to have a good cry and let it all out. Poor little man.