Join Date: Oct 2001
Location: Pacific Palisades, CA
Well, I don't cry unless it's over money and I'm involved. I virtually never cry over a movie. It is just a stupid movie after all, but I went to "White Oleander" with Trish one day when the bordello was slow and I "sort of" got wet in the eyes when Michelle Pfeiffer goes to jail and doesn't ask her daughter to lie for her on the stand in court when Pfeiffer had negotiated it with her beforehand and rehearsed her. A mothers's love. Trish and I had chain-smoking, drug-addicted, alcoholic mothers who didn't give a rat's ass for us, so we sort of cried in that scene, because we knew both our mothers would have had us lie in court and sold us down the river to get out of the joint without a second thought! But it was only a mist, and I was on the rag that day (as was Trish) so maybe it doesn't count.