I always cry...

during movies. The happy endings. The not so happy endings. And the ones that make me think.

Tonight's movie was Higher Learning. I haven't seen it since high school, and it reminds me a lot of the movie Crash. I bawled during both movies whenever there was even a hint that someone might die. Spoilers ahead :o)

I'm never good with death or broken hearts that aren't mended before the credits roll.

My right eye was the first to leak at the end of Higher Learning when Deja (Tyra Banks) was shot, and her boyfriend, Malik (Omar Epps) was trying to make his way back to her. Laurence Fishburne's character (the professor) held him back. Malik reached out to her. His gray hoodie was blotted in fresh blood, her blood. And I just exploded.

This reminded me of the scene in Crash where the little eight year old girl ran out of the house to help her daddy who was being held at gunpoint. She leaped into her dads arms at the exact same time that the gunman pulled the trigger. My heart stopped beating and tears streamed down my face in my boyfriend's grandmother's tiny family room. Never mind that there were at least ten people piddling around and chattering during the most heart wrenching scene I had ever witnessed. More important things were happening on screen. A sweet, innocent child was... not dead? Her dad and I were both shocked and relieved and ugh... I'm getting stressed out just thinking about this.

Anyway, I always cry.