Sometimes all we need is popcorn for dinner and a cathartic cry. I bought last minute tickets last night for the movies. On Tuesday, tix are discounted and popcorn is free. It's a no brainer except we've been watching so much television these days and even when the price is right most blockbusters are lackluster these days and my own family room is so damn comfy. Anyway...Mike and Lils were a definitive yes so we went and I'm so glad we did. Song Sung Blue was a little gem of a story that hits very close to home. I have been in Lightning and Thunder's audience on more than one occasion. I smiled and laughed through the first third as did most of the theater, I sang and danced in my seat the second third and I ugly cried through the last third not just because it was heartbreaking, but also because it was beautiful even if not very accurate. The ending was sad, but not hopeless, and I have to admit that I'm glad Marty Supreme was sold out because this love story was more fitting for my craving for emotional depth. Even Lily who really only knows Sweet Caroline thanks to the UW marching band, gave the film rave reviews. Mike too.
Sometimes we watch to tune out. Others to tune in. To feel and remember what it means to be alive. Pathos has it's purpose. It's a good reminder and without it we wouldn't know bathos.
That's enough for me.
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