Flipping through channels and came across The Bridges of Madison County. This is probably my favorite love story-type movie. I never have been able to figure out why it is that I cry each and every time I see the scene where Fran is in the truck waiting on her husband to come out of the store, and she sees Robert standing there in the rain just looking at her. No words are spoken, yet I immediately start the water works. I thought 'well, they are phenomenal actors. That's all. It's just a well-acted scene.' True, no arguement with that, but that's not all. I think I figured out what it is about it that draws such a response from me without anything more than just a look between actors. In the movie, Robert and Francesca share a very special thing between them, something so powerful that it lasts for decades after they spent only 4 days together, never to see each other again. I realized tonight that even after 4 husbands, I have never known a love like that. That's sad in itself, but here's the kicker: I'm 40 years old. Chances are I never will.
With that, I will make a New Year's Resolution: Get over it.
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The part that gets me every time is when her hand is on the handle of the truck door. Part of you is screaming "Do it!" But the part that our mother raised is saying "You know you can't".
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