Pearl Harbor

I have had some extra time on my hands since I moved down here. Okay, so it's been a lot of extra time on my hands...After finishing the aforementioned Seasons 1, 2 and 3 of the Gilmore Girls I have to find some other way to fill the blank periods that generally exist between getting up and going to work and getting home from work and going to bed. Just to help you break that down a little better, I usually sleep for about 7 hours a night and work for 4 hours a day. Yeah, that's a lot of time to fill.

Well, to make a long story slightly shorter, I decided to fill some of that time today by watching Pearl Harbor. Yes, the much made fun of and critically maligned film starring one Ben Affleck Pearl Harbor. I've seen it a couple times before and, thanks to my brother's generosity, actually own it. I haven't seen it in awhile though so I decided to give it another try even though I intensly disliked it the first two times I watched it. Suprising result? I LIKED IT. Yes, that's right. I found myself emotionally moved and touched by the characters and the situation. Yeah, I need time fillers but sitting in my room blubbering like a 10 year old whose puppy just got steamrolled by a Mack truck is NOT my idea of a good one. Yet there I sat, crying because Red lost Betty (and who else would love him with that horrible stutter), Rafe lost Danny, his childhood best friend (and everyone knows that you can make new friends but they'll never be closer than the ones you grew up with) and Evelyn lost Rafe and then Rafe lost Evelyn and then Evelyn lost Danny (whore). I think I even shed a tear when Cook (played marvelously by the oh so talented Cuba Gooding Jr.) got his long awaited and richly deserved medal.

After reading this last paragraph do not feel bad if you're asking yourself "what the hell is wrong with that girl?" because believe me my friends, I'm asking myself the same question. Did Pearl Harbor just catch me on an off day? Was I especially vulnerable to loss of life and loss of love today? Has my already overinflated sense of patriotism taken me to scary, tear-shedding levels? Should I look into therapy? I just know that there has to be a support group out there somewhere, maybe even one in the Milwaukee area. Those of you who know me know that I very rarely cry about stuff that happens in real life, you know, stuff that matters, but sit me in front of a tear jerker and I go from zero to waterworks in one roar of the MGM lion. Knowing this about myself, I have no idea why I would chose to watch Pearl Harbor. What's next? Titanic? Note: While I hated Pearl Harbor very little compares to my extreme loathing of Titanic. Of course the ball-less wonder Leonardo DiCaprio might have something to do with that. Note Note: I NEVER found him attractive, even when it was the height of coolness to find him attractive.

Just in case any of you are truly worried I do want to point out that right now I'm watching Lethal Weapon, I don't predict anymore tears tonight.