At Barnes & Noble this afternoon, browsing led to buying and I left with my very own copy of Fran Drescher’s second autobiography,”Cancer Schmancer.”
After Friday night’s showing of Fahrenheit 9-11, I decided I needed some more… gentle media for the remainder of my weekend.
Maybe I thought Michael Moore would just skip over showing little Iraqi babies with their arms blown to pieces. Maybe I didn’t think I’d cry for a Michigan mother who’d lost her son. But with the theater being so hot and humid, and having had two vodka tonics with dinner, by the time the movie let out I was dizzy and overwhelmed and wanting nothing more than to hit the street for some cooler air.
The streets were no cooler, nor any less congested. We hurried west to escape the crowds of converted democrats in loud debates, over-analyzing the film.
“What’d you think of it?” my companion asked as we broke through the crowds.
“I… don’t really know. It upset me.”
“I couldn’t tell if my ears were playing tricks on me,” he said. “I thought I heard you sniffling.”
“I was.”
So, yes, Fahrenheit 9-11 made me cry. More than once. Which is why today, after my Post-Nanny purchase, I skipped down to Blockbuster where I rented Cheaper by the Dozen. I figured it was safe.
I mean, I read the whole cover and didn’t see Moore’s name anywhere on it.
Upset, definitely. And very, very angry. More on my take tomorrow.
I know I would’ve enjoyed that movie more if I’d had two vodka-and-tonics beforehand…
Ok, fine. I cried during it too.
But only a little!
In my screening, everyone was sniffling, even the men. That 9/11 segment was brutal.
A packed theater, everyone was crying, and everyone left mad. I wonder if dubya has the sense to be worried?
doing a little something might make you feel better:
http://booksforsoldiers.com
In the U.S., we have the luxury of being completely unfamiliar with the daily and personally visual atrocities of warfare. What upset me most was not how saddening and sickening it truly is, but how many people in the theater weren’t upset at all.
it made me cry, too. as in, large and incessant pools of weeping.
So glad I wasn’t the only one. I’m talking, tummy hurting kind of crying. I was really happy in my ignorance, I think.
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Haven’t seen the movie, yet…but will soon. Like your site…come visit sometime.
ignorance is NOT bliss. dont be content with being ignorant about world affairs and the reality of this administration. esp since you work in the financial capital of the world – educate yourself, see through the smoke.
Oh, blah, blah.
See the Advice Free Zone?
Recognize.
Saw the movie two nights in a row, it was so worth the 15 dollars to stifle my sobs. Twice. More worth it to crowd watch. It was mildly akin the the solidarity experienced at the March for Women’s Lives. Hippies is good people.
Amendment to last:
I also am down to saccharine circles, how’s that for solidarity =)
It’s amazing how powerful this film is; where I saw it, people stood and cheered. We are going to take this country back from the tyrants! Thanks for turning out to show your support, Fish! There is a revolution in foment!
A friend I was with cried a lot, too, even at parts I didn’t think were particularly heartwrenching. I had read about the gruesome stuff (stories about the rating) so I was semi-prepared for that.
Sobbed through it.
Fish, your response to Loyal Gal? It’s why I read you.
Michael Moore is a great dramatist. I’m not of the belief he’s a great documentarian though. I prefer my reality to be more than faintly tinged by truth.
I wont see it. I have to agree that Mr. Moore has a flare for the dramatic and is not a responsible documentarian.
http://www.bowlingfortruth.com
and ive been to Iraq..I dont need him to take me back…