EW’s Mandi Bierly selects The Man in the Moon, in which 14-year-old Reese Witherspoon learns that postcoital bliss and tractors don’t mix. Your Tumblrer would probably vote for Bridge to Terabithia, a kiddie snuff book that’s probably making some 3rd-grader sob at this very moment.
Indeed, Bridge to Terabithia brings forth the ugliest, snottiest, I can’t breathe of my cries. But it wasn’t the first.
Bambiruined me for life. To this day I no longer watch animal-based films, with the exception of War Horse. Which also scarred me. Because, ANIMALS IN PERIL.
“I look over to the other side of the road and watch Griggs as he walks. It’s a lazy walk but so full of confidence that you want to be standing behind him all the way. How does Jonah get to be a ten? He sits on the train with me when we’re fourteen and he weeps, tearing at his hair, bashing his head with the palm of his hand, self-hatred pouring out of him like blood from a gut wound in a war movie, and for the first time in my whole life I have a purpose. I am the holder of the grief and pain and guilt and passion of Jonah Griggs and as we sit huddled on the floor of the carriage, he allows me to hold him, to say, “Shhh, Jonah, it wasn’t your fault.” While his body still shakes from the convulsions, he takes hold of my hand and links my fingers with his and I feel someone else’s pain for the first time that I can remember.”—