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I'll admit it: this one made me cry.................. ..........

posted 14 years ago by Scistorian
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............which is not something I often do at films. To be perfectly honest I've seen it about 5 times over the years, and same result every time. So people can criticize this film all they like, but for me, based on that one simple criterion - emotional respose invoked - it's the best ever. That scene at the funeral where they won't let the Somali housekeeper into the service (wrong colour), inspite of the fact that she had had a relationship with the deceased, and Streep realises this and gives her a knowing look of compassion - well that's one of the bits that does it for me.

[–] ttongxing 14 years ago

I first saw it when I was a small kid. I felt absolutely bored and the only thing I wanted to see was Robert Redford...:)

I just watched it today again on TV (but in German). I cried when Karen read the eulogy during Denys' funeral.

She said something like, "God gave him to us and brought lots of joy. We loved him very much. He is back with God. He does not belong to us, he does not belong to me."

As mentioned, I saw it on TV in German, and the quotation is absolutely not correct. But this part when she said "he does not belong to us, he does not belong to me" and did not throw the dust on his coffin, is so very sad. There is so much pain in her face.

Does someone have the actual quote?

[–] shaguniitb 14 years ago

"The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon at night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil. He shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in. From this time forth and even forevermore."Amen.

"The time you won your town the race...

we cheered you through the marketplace.

Man and boy stood cheering by...

as home we brought you, shoulder high.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away...

from fields where glory does not stay

Early though the laurel grows...

it withers quicker than a rose.

Now you will not swell the rout...

of lads that wore their honors out.

Runners whom renown outran...

and the name died...

before the man.

And round that early laureled head...

will flock to gaze the strengthless dead...

and find unwithered on its curls...

a garland...

briefer than a girl's.

Now take back the soul of Denys George Finch Hatton...

whom You have shared with us.

He brought us joy...

and we loved him well.

He was not ours,

He was not mine.

If I know a song of Africa...

of the giraffe...

and the African new moon lying on her back...

of the plows in the fields...

and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers...

does Africa know a song of me?

Will the air over the plain quiver...

with a color that I have had on?

Or will the children invent a game...

in which my name is?

Or the full moon throw a shadow...

over the gravel of the drive...

that was like me?

Or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?

[–] buymywings 13 years ago

The part that gets me every time is at the train station, and Karen asks Farah to say her name.

"You are Karen, Sabu."

Complete sobbing mess, I am!

[–] GuyOnTheLeft 10 years ago

I got watery eyes several times (that beautiful, swelling score doesn't help) but I actually had tears flow at the very end when the lions are on his grave.

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