I saw it in the theatre twice too! Like 3 days apart. Partially because I'd promised a friend I'd go with her but I was really happy to be seeing it again and loved it more the second time.
Note to JZ: I cried just as much, if not more.
But I thought it was better the second time too, if only because
I knew nothing would happen between the husband and Juno. I was much less tense and could just enjoy all the great dialogue.
ION, I'm very happy to see Marion Cotillard win a Golden Globe as well as seeing a French movie take home best foreign film, even if it did beat out Persepolis.
The James Mason conversation felt familiar, but I don't know that film.
I guess it reminds me of my reaction to Al Swearingen though.
megan, heh, that would definitely help the second time around.
What made you cry, megan? I ask because I didn't really know why I was crying until I was telling a friend (and made myself cry AGAIN), and it turns out it's
because of how hard the Jennifer Garner character's life as a single mother is going to be, and she thought she had it all worked out with the nice house and husband and etc.
What made you cry, megan?
Well, it wasn't that.
They were definitely happy tears. I think it's a combo of the sweetness of end with Juno and, viewing as someone who probably can't have kids, the amazing thing she did for this other woman.
But I thought it was better the second time too, if only because
That's exactly why I could relax and enjoy it more the second time.
I had so many crying triggers in that movie!
Well, it wasn't that.
Yeah, I'm trying to figure out if that's just a me issue. I think probably.
Jesse, that was a choke-up point for me. I don't think I cried, but gods, my heart ached. (I did cry in PS I Love You when she came home to the empty apartment, because... It's just so hard, you know? You can feel the echo in room, even if it's a tiny box.)
One thing I recall laughing about was Hilary Swank complaining about how they were poor and stuck in a crummy apartment so small they were always tripping over themsleves. While standing in her palatial apartment with multiple big rooms and hardwood floors and 9 foot ceilings and transoms over the doorways.
I'm not much of a mathematician, but here's my working Cloverfield formula:
The Blair Witch Project + Mutual Appreciation + 28 Days Later + The Host + Alien and Aliens + United 93 + When Harry Met Sally + The Warriors + 9/11 footage + The Towering Inferno = Cloverfield.
Or something like that. This thing is intense and not always in an entertaining way—I expect to read a lot of criticism of the way it exploits Sept. 11 imagery. You also have to put up with the usual disaster movie problem of characters making stupid decisions to further the plot. But the parts that work—which I'd estimate is 80% of it—really work. Biggest disappointment? The design of the monster: Godzilla, it ain't.
