Thank God we didn’t watch The Hobbit from the free tickets that my mother got from the company. I was not in the mood to sit through a three hour movie and besides, I’m not really a fan. So we watched Life of Pi instead and it’s really been a while since I’ve seen a movie this… moving. I don’t want to count the number of times I cried while watching it (and I tried to hide it sitting beside my brother) and prayed that please keep Richard Parker alive. Also, I realized I know nothing of zebras. I love animals and I kept trying to understand the chain of survival but it’s painful. My mind was set in a worldwhere all animals get along.
I had no idea of the story beforehand, by the way. I just heard and read how good it was. I couldn’t even tell my family what it was about so I can convince them to watch this instead of The Hobbit. I had a different idea altogether. It didn’t disappoint, to say the least and I loved it. I kept picturing myself in the same situation as Pi and asked myself, “Would I survive? Would I have done the same things he did?” Probably not. But I can’t kill an animal for the life of me. That Bengal tiger hanging at the side of the raft for hours was all it took and I swear I could have shouted at the theaters to please help the tiger on the raft again! (Excuse me, I feel like tearing up again). You never really appreciate anything unless everything is taken away from you, right?
I made it my life purpose to make Jeff watch it no matter what because he hasn’t seen it yet. No matter what.