So today I was talking to my friend who was telling me about how last Saturday night he watched Brokeback Mountain with popcorn and cookies and beer with the lights off and he said he cried a lot. Which, unsurprising guys, have you seen that movie?
Anyways, we then started talking about the film adaptation of Amy Tan’s The Joy Luck Club which is pretty much the most cry-ful movie in the history of ever. If you have ever had any iota of an issue with your mother or your cultural upbringing or guilt about straying from the motherland ever (and if you have not ever had these issues then what the fuck are you, a robot?) then you will cry through this movie. You will cry so much. I don’t want to give away any spoilers because it is a fantastic movie but there is a lot of war and rape and suicide and infanticide and mother-daughter fights and mother-daughter reconciliations and some divorces that needed to happen and marriages that needed to happen and oh also a (SPOILER GUYS SPOILER SPOILER) reunion with LONG LOST FAMILY MEMBERS in CHINA and it is just really intense y’all. Especially at the end with the (SPOILER GUYS SPOILERS) amazing reunion, I just lose it. I’m a mess.