The Painted Veil

Last night my dad and I were watching The Painted Veil.  I left a little more than half-way through to hang-out with Mom in the stamp room but quickly realized I had no motivation to create anything so I left and blogged… But I had recorded the rest of the movie to watch tonight. Which I watched with both parents after updating Mom on the first portion of the movie…  It was a good movie. There were some great artistic and languistic moments that really drew me in. The story line had some predicatbility, but what movies don’t…It wasn’t completely predictable though, which was good. The ending was surprising (and by ending I don’t mean the last 5 minutes I mean the downfall of the climax, before the resolution in the past 5 minutes) About a 1/2 hr before this point my dad threw a napkin on my lap…so for the next 25 mintues I was wondering what I was going to be crying about… Then at minute 26 I was like no! I will not cry over this foolishness! then at minute 29 there was a tiny emotional switch that threw me over the edge. Tears streamed down my face, my sinuses loosened way up…and alas I was crying.  The resolution came and it gave me time enough to collect my voice so that by the rolling credits I could exclaim “Dad, that was an AWFUL movie” but the tears that had not rolled down my cheeks were stuck in my voice and my facade was gone… But that’s okay, he knew it would make me cry and that’s a good thing. It made me warm and fuzzy inside again, if only for that brief emotional moment.
I love my Dad.