The last time I cried, as of this writing, was watching the last episode of Doctor Who. My husband and I finally caught up and now we’re where everyone else is, waiting for the Christmas special.
There was sadness in the show for sure (anyone who watched will be well aware of the sad circumstances and I’m not spoiling nothing – ya hear me?).
But the watching of said episode just happened to be the thing that allowed the pressure to come out. I had been feeling stressed and under pressure and sad and a little bit of everything else but I couldn’t force myself into the emotions.
This is why I watch Steel Magnolias. When you need to release that pressure, you need to cry and when you need to cry you need a sad movie. There is nothing like the scene in the graveyard. Nothing. Except, apparently, the circumstances of the episode of Doctor Who entitled The Angels Take Manhattan.