The Catharsis of Crying at the Movies

Sometimes you need to weep in public

The first time I remember completely losing control of myself in a movie theater was when my mom took me to Little Women in 1994. I was six years old and entirely unprepared for Beth’s death. I lost it. I remember wailing in disbelief and gasping for air as my mom slung me over her shoulder and carried me out. I didn’t appreciate then how good it can f…