Oh, get your minds out of the gutter.
Cried.
Twice.*
Once while watching the penultimate episode of Torchwood, with its romantically doomed slow-dance and man-pash.
Again while watching the final episode of the series, when everyone - characters and viewers alike - thought our favourite character was deceased. Said tears transmogrified into tears of joy as a consequence of the final scenes.
Happy tears are the best.
I love a drama that can actually make me feel, not just provide a manipulated approximation of real emotion via sweeping music and clever editing.
*Actually I take that back, I cried a third time - well, sniffled anyway - reading the latest blog entries of a certain happy couple. Oh, loveloveLOVE!
We now return you to cynicism as usual.
3 comments:
Aw. Bless.
I haven't seen Torchwood yet. Sounds amazing.
TV series have really come of age though with the advent of DVD ...
I can lend you the whole series as a wedding present if you like, mate. :-)
thanks, uncle tricks!
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