You get sniffly at the end of “Blue Lagoon.” People. Seriously. Let’s put aside the fact that this is one bad mama-jama of a movie and the fact remains: there’s not even anything TO cry about! Teen parents and offspring are alive and well; just sleeping. And yet here I sit, imagining myself in Brooke Shields’ place and Eliza in place of the little bastard jungle baby, and I’m getting choked up. Oy vey.
Wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that Eliza is sleeping in her very own bedroom (well, Madalyn’s very own bedroom) for the first time tonight, and I’m convinced that someone’s going to break into the house and steal her while I’m asleep?
Medication…..must get back on medication…..
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Just so you know, you are not alone. With nothing better to do on a weeknight, when I probably should have been sleeping for work the next day, I had no choice but to entertain myself with this classic film…I to found myself a little teary at the end. Why…I can’t say…only that, after seven pregnancies and six kids, I have no control over the emotions that overpower all logical sanity and composure.
By: Marie Hannah on June 6, 2008
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