I think I tend to bawl at documentaries and stuff more than films.
Yeah my boyfriend won't let me watch that kind of stuff, he knows what it does to me.
Last thing I saw like that was a doc about teenagers with cancer. They were following the experience of a girl with what looked like a fairly uncomplicated tumour. They started the documentary with her sitting in the garden with her mum and the family cat talking about how she was trying to stay positive and looking forward to going to uni and being able to go out dancing again. Then totally unexpectedly 3/4 way through the film she died suddenly from a complication with her medication. And the ended the film back in the same garden with the mum sitting on her own with the cat and it the absence of her daughter just felt so huge, I cried my eyes out.

It's a bit weird really, vicariously experiencing other people's grief, for your own 'entertainment'





