Tonight, I finally took YaYa to see the movie “Up.” I know that you are probably thinking that I’m the last to see it. You may be right. I guess I kept putting it off.
I’d heard so many people tell me that the beginning was sooo sad, yet nobody was willing to fill me in on what makes the story sad. That is until last night. I asked because I wanted to be prepared. I figured there had to be a death. It seems that someone dies in nearly all of the movies these days.
Well, I guess I was prepared for the beginning of the movie because it didn’t bug me at all. In fact, I enjoyed watching the couple’s lives unfold and was pleased to see Elle with gray hair. I kept thinking, that’s not so bad — they were able to grow old together. After the first 10 minutes of the movie had passed, I tucked away my kleenex .
Then I watched Carl’s life continue on without his lovely bride at his side. Although subtle, I thought the portrayal of his grieving was well done. I watched as Carl held tight to each and every item that reminded him of his Elle and the dreams that they had made but never seemed to make happen.
Of course, I couldn’t help but draw parallels to my own life and the unlived dreams. I watched Carl, as he began to loose control of his life. He was suddenly faced with the decision to give up or fight. And his adventure began to unfold…