Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle.

As the credits for Waitress were rolling, a woman on our row turned to her husband and said, “That was the weirdest movie I’ve ever seen.” She needs to get out more, because it’s not even the strangest movie I’ve seen this year.

On the row in front of us was a man from our church, and on the way out he said that he normally goes for movies with a little more realism.

I, on the other hand, cried my way through the last fifteen minutes, wishing I hadn’t left my Kleenex in the car to free up space in my purse for sneaking in our drinks. To me, Jenna’s relationship with Earl seemed all too real. I’ve seen friends lose themselves in relationships. I’ve seen friends become shadows of themselves as they succumb to their boyfriends’ constant criticisms. I’ve seen friends lose their spark as their husbands show no interest in anything that doesn’t specifically pertain to them. It was so easy to imagine how the same could have happened to Jenna. The story was a little fanciful, sure, but it completely sucked me in.

I don’t think it’s giving away anything to say that this movie deals with infidelity, since it’s in the previews. I normally have a hard time with that kind of movie (see: my discomfort with Lost in Translation), but I knew going in that that was what the movie was about, so I don’t think I can fault it for that. What I liked about the way that it was handled is that I didn’t feel like I had to get sucked in to that plot to be able to appreciate its effects on Jenna. I could disapprove of her actions while also seeing her grow into a person who believed she could be valued.

This paragraph has slight spoilers, so here’s where you should move on if you are wanting to see it. What I liked the most was that, in the end, the baby was enough to give her the strength to do what was right. She didn’t need money, she didn’t need a guy. She had grown enough to know what she needed to do. As a woman, I liked the ambivalence Jenna had about the baby, her questions about what she would be able to give a baby when she didn’t have all those things worked out for herself.

And as a North Carolinian, I, of course, loved Andy Griffith.

Maybe it was just the case of the right movie hitting me at the right time. Goodness knows I have cried enough this weekend – through the last few chapters of Half-Blood Prince, through the end of Waitress, upon getting some disappointing news. I can understand why some people wouldn’t like it – it wasn’t perfect by any means, and several times it seemed unsure of what kind of movie it wanted to be. I can’t help it. I just flat-out loved it in spite of all that.

And I now feel really compelled to learn how to make pie.

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