I cried.

I was having one of my daily BBM chats with my eldest sister the other day.

“What’s up? How’s Australia?”

“It’s fine, winter is cold.”

“‘Kay. So watcha doing?”

“Watching Mao’s Last Dancer.”

“Any good?”

“I cried.”

O...kay.

One thing you have to learn about my eldest sister and I is that we’re not the crying type. The youngest of us three took all that gene, that cute cry baby. I think she’d even cry if a raven gets left behind in a storytelling of flying ravens.

Yes. You got that right, a storytelling of ravens. We all know a flock of birds but not an exaltation of larks. A wisdom of owls. A lamentation of swans. An ostentation of peacocks.

I only wish I was making this shit up.

Anyway, back to my eldest sister being an emotionless robot with impaired tear ducts. Other than events that would cause even the most hardened war veterans to have an out pour of bodily liquids out of their ocular orifices, I’d never seen her cry.

I myself cried watching a movie once, back when I was about 8 or 9 years old. Of course, the pain from rolling around the bed and falling down really hard on the floor was probably a contributing factor, but if my memory serves me right, the scene in the movie where the 5 Indian kids rode on magical bicycles into the setting sun was especially poignant too. (Again, I wish I was making this shit up).

So a movie that made her cry?

Totally.

Worth.

Watching.

But then again, there was the problem of...

Malaysian Internet.

So finally, after getting married and having two spoiled cildren, and two mid-life crises later, the downloading was finally done and I sat down to appreciate what I anticipated to be the most epic movie I’ve ever watched.

It was inspiring, suspenseful in some scenes, part tragic, part hopeful, it solicited the viewer’s empathy yada yada yada, but come on, cry-worthy? Sure it made me realise how we take life for granted at times but... Meh...

Two thirds into the movie and I was already conjuring up a torrent of insults directed to the person who cried at a movie that only made me feel almost enough emotion to not be such a take-everything-for-granted person. Almost.

Then this happened;

That one stupid sad scene totally snuck up on me. Totally. It came out of nowhere. I was hardly prepared.

Stupid movie. Stupid directors. Stupid script writers. Unfair.

UNFAIR!

But yeah, totally a movie worth watching. Was adapted from on an autobiography, written by the person who’s portrayed as the main character.

Tell me what you guys think of it. :D

P/S:

Can anyone find out about that movie with the flying Indian kids? I watched it when I was young, so it was probably made after... 1997? I’ll treat whomever that would solve this frustrating puzzle to Chilli’s or Carl’s Jr., I swear.