My Sister's Weeper

Oh man, I've just had the most exhausting 2 hours. Why, you ask? Well, without really knowing what I was getting myself into, I got sucked into My Sister's Keeper, which really should be renamed.  

I knew nothing about this movie, except that it was sad and had a good cast. Within about twenty minutes, I was a mess. Since then, it's been teary-central every six.

If you haven't seen the movie and is on your list, stop reading here. 

All right - who biologically engineers a child to hack up in hopes of saving another? It wasn't the best start, but the reason that I kept watching and subsequently fell under its emotive spell.

It didn't take me too long to figure out that it was the cancer sister's idea to have non-cancer-and-engineered sister say she didn't want to donate a kidney, but that didn't make the story any less heart-wrenching and devastating. I was hysterical at more than a few points and was very grateful that nobody came to my door because my face was so puffy that I could have passed for the Pillsbury Dough Boy's sister. The story is unlike any I've ever heard/seen and as much as I wanted to stop watching (and, I did for a few hours) I couldn't stop myself from seeing how it ended...even though it was fairly apparent.

Just to clarify, I don't cry at the sad things, but am completely vulnerable to sentimentality and this flick was all about the sentiments (juiced-up sentiments, and by 'juiced-up,' I mean super-mega-steroids). 

Although slightly predictable, I didn't see a court case coming, where the non-cancer sister who wanted to emancipate herself gets taken to court by her mother. With all of the strange-story-lines, there was a whole lotta love, which is what drove me over the edge. 

It.was.a.disaster. Both for the plot's outcome and my consequential emotional meltdown. I don't think I've cried this much in a movie, well, since I Am Sam but this was worse. How could people have seen this movie in the theatres?! Runny mascara marks for everyone (cause this was definitely NOT a man-targeted-movie)! 

Frankly, it was a relief when it finally got to the funeral scene. I feel like I need to take a nap to recover. Heck, I may need two.

Well played, sneaky weepy movie. 

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