I agree re: The Color Purple, TitanicJake. How about Soul Food--or, my personal favorite, Diary of a Mad Black Woman?
That scene at the end with the recently rehabbed ex-junkie gospel singer coming into the small church to sing with her daughter and reunite with her husband--man, I boohooed in the theater, I boohoo every time I see it on DVD, and I even watch that scene every time I want to remember what raw naked hope looks like.
That scene is heartbreaking, really, in a different way. Do you remember the line in Les Miserables (the musical) when the lead singer, referring to his and his dead friends' revolutionary hopes and dreams, says, "Stripped to the bone in a moment of breathless delight"?
That's how that moment seems to me: simultaneously a flash of lightning and a transcendent event outside of conventional measures of time.
NCbear (who sometimes feels this same kind of overwhelmingly emotional, transcendent, quasi-spiritual ecstasy also when listening to powerfully expressed music)
That scene at the end with the recently rehabbed ex-junkie gospel singer coming into the small church to sing with her daughter and reunite with her husband--man, I boohooed in the theater, I boohoo every time I see it on DVD, and I even watch that scene every time I want to remember what raw naked hope looks like.
That scene is heartbreaking, really, in a different way. Do you remember the line in Les Miserables (the musical) when the lead singer, referring to his and his dead friends' revolutionary hopes and dreams, says, "Stripped to the bone in a moment of breathless delight"?
That's how that moment seems to me: simultaneously a flash of lightning and a transcendent event outside of conventional measures of time.
NCbear (who sometimes feels this same kind of overwhelmingly emotional, transcendent, quasi-spiritual ecstasy also when listening to powerfully expressed music)