Most of ’em. Most of ’em that I own, it seems like.
Certainly not our favorite, Angi’s and mine: Sense and Sensibility. Not because of any great dramatic loss in its story that triggers the pain. No reason other than the fact that it was our favorite.
Not Goodbye, Mr. Chips. We both kind of liked Brit-lit movies. I never got to share this one with her. It was still in the wrapper when I made the mistake of trying to watch it weeks after I lost her, and completely came apart when Arthur Chipping (Peter O’Toole) said to his bride of twenty-some years, “Will we always be in love this way?” Because I suddenly remembered, from seeing the movie when I was fourteen years old, the scene that came next: the buzz-bomb’s motor cutting out, the shriek of air as it fell, the sound of her voice singing from the USO tent below.
I can’t watch Sleepless in Seattle. Can’t handle Tom Hanks as Sam Baldwin telling the D.J.: “Well, I’m gonna get out of bed every morning… breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won’t have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out… and, then after a while, I won’t have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while.”
I’m not ready to be there, Sam. Not now. If ever.
Won’t be watching What Dreams May Come, even if there’s a reunion in the afterlife painted by widower Chris Nielsen (Robin Williams) by his deeply grieving wife Annie (Annabella Sciorra).
No viewings of Love Actually. Don’t want to break down with Liam Neeson’s character Daniel when he remembers his departed Joanna.
Shadowlands is off my viewing list. Not going to put myself through Jack’s (Anthony Hopkins) loss of Joy (Debra Winger), or the unanswerable question her daughter puts to the renowned theologian.
Can’t watch the first five minutes of Up. Not a chance.
Not even the first five minutes of 2009’s Star Trek. No way.
These and a quite a few more are off-limits right now. They may be for quite a while.
It’s hard to imagine a Christmas without Love Actually. But then it’s really hard to imagine a Christmas without Angi.
Seems so easy to tell someone who’s lost half their life to buck up, cheer up, stiff upper lip … when you haven’t experienced a loss that deep yourself; or even haven’t for a long time. It’s easy even when you have. But it’s inconsiderate at the very least.
We all grieve in our own way.
We all mourn at our own pace.
And I think we all deal with it any way we can.
Maybe there will come a time when I can try out one of those banned movies again. Right now, though, just thinking and writing about them is costing me half-a-box of tissues. Still, I write to deal with it, as much as I can deal with it. Maybe I will deal with it better, someday.
In the meantime, I guess I’ll just have to be entertained with brainless comedies and storyless sci-fi and pointless adventures.
Yet even when I do get to the point where I can watch you again, Sam Baldwin, I will still be grateful to be able to think about how I had it great and perfect … for a while.
4 thoughts on “Movies I Can’t Watch Right Now”
I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know what to think. Just crying with you tonight.
I can so relate Keith.
I understand! I am praying for you as a fellow traveler at a different stage in my grief journey and holding you up to the only One who can heal your heart!
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