Up - The Animated Movie
What. The. Hell.
I have never cried so hard for so long in my life. I sobbed through the entire thing.
I realize I just don’t like animated movies. I don’t like most cartoons. Noted exceptions: X-Men (the original), Gargoyles and Spiderman. I have always felt nausea seeing Sesame Street. Anime kills my head, though I love the end of the first episode of Inuyasha. (The girls love that show and I’ve seen more of it than I’d ever planned.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrDURPJ-OTQ
But I’ve only cried at one other cartoon movie. I walked in at the part in The Iron Giant when he’s flying through the air and says, “I’m Superman!” Insta-tears.
So Craig and his brother and his wife want to watch Up. I am not enthused. Animated. Ugh.
I missed the beginning and come in as he is kissing his wife and she’s adjusting his tie. I see his dark blond hair and glasses and squared jaw and declare, “He looks just like my brother!”
Then a few flashes of ties, their hair turns gray, they take one last walk up a hill, then she’s laying in bed with an IV and fluid pole and my brother in law laughs because their money jar is still half-full. As he explains to me, I know and feel so sick.
They never fulfilled one of their dreams and now they are old and she is dying. Sob. Tears. 10 seconds flat.
The old man wakes up in her side of the bed, the other half flat and undisturbed. He sits in his short, squarish chair which is inches away from her high-backed, winged Victorian. He spends all his time in a house surrounded by memories of her while construction crews want to take it away. He pulls out photo albums and through the movie he slowly loses all of it. The chairs. The house. The money jar. And while gaining their dream, it’s forever tarnished by the sad reality of a man they had idolized, who has become the villain.
Oh. My. God. Seriously? Saddest movie ever.
