A few days ago I watched Simon Birch. A warm and funny movie that will surely let a hard-hearted viewer let out a good laugh and maybe spill some tears from those dried-up tearducts. This movie was said to be loosely based from a novel by John Irving. The last time I saw this film, it was with the orchestra people during our summercamp. Every day, after lunch, there was always a film-shown and everyone would be huddled inside the Mozart room, lights out, eyes glued to the screen laughing over slapsticks or be at awe with every Karl von Karajan and the Berlin Philharmonic performances or warm with every heart-rending scenes, like this movie. I remember crying over the last part. And I still do. No-one inside the room at that time was dry-eyed and I dont see any difference this time when I watched it with a friend. That was as more than 10 years ago, probably the summer of 1998.
( I saw this disc while I was in Phnom Penh, Cambodia for a Christmas Holiday)
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