You should of seen me. Pathetic balled up in my pj's scarfin down chocolate and bawling histerically as i watched the movie "Bright star" a british "pride and prejiduce kinda film"
The plot was the same, A daughter from a semi-weathly family falls in love with a poet with no money. So ofcourse because money was everything back then, they couldnt be together. You would think that after seeing quite a few of these cliche' films i would be used to it know. Guess i wasnt because as i sat there, tears streamin down my face because Mr. John Keats was leaving for Italy and was never goin to see his love again, my parents were laughing histerically at me from the kitchen. I could of died. My heart poured out for this "chick". The long months she waited just to get a few letters from her love. I have an anxiety attack when i dont hear from somebody in a few days. She could not love him. But she did. And nothing was going to stop her. It was so sweet and mushy and lame at the same time that i didnt stop crying until the credits were half way over. I feel in love with the characters in a matter of two hours. Then thought about what they went through for another two hours. I would have been concerned for myself if it wasnt a true story. But it was. That really happened. Wow. Movies. Geesh! :(
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