“I made the mistake of sitting down to watch Up for the first time after my grandmother died, in her 80s, married to my grandfather for 60 years. For me, still, that 10 minutes is the whole film, and I have no context for anything else presented from it.”
“I took a film class that fulfilled a random elective credit in college. The professor played that montage as an opener to a discussion on the emotional effects of music. The lights come up, and 40 or 50 20-somethings, most of whom hadn’t seen the movie since it was a recent ‘kids’ film, are just aghast because no one expected to ugly cry in their 9 a.m. class. The professor says something like, ‘Yeah, it’s a real tear-jerker!’ The room is set up like a small movie theater: big screen, ‘stadium’ seating, and a guy gets up from the middle of the room and says, ‘Maaaaaaan, fuck you,’ and walks out.
The professor, who was brand new and young, takes out a notebook and pen and says aloud as he’s writing, ‘Note to self: Don’t… Make…. Class…. Cry…. Without…. Fair…. Warning.’ It broke the tension, but the class collectively agreed it was a dick move.
The student came back a few minutes later, apologized, and sat back down. The professor acknowledged he was the bad guy and just went right into the lesson. Lol.”
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