Branch is the jaded one in this universe while Princess Poppy is, needless to say, the epitome of everything joyful.
You see, I never wanted to see this film Trolls. It didn't help that I'm not a fan of the doll line either. But one magical downloads day, last minute, Trolls popped up into my screen.
Told myself, why not?
In the middle of my annual Oscars marathon, gut feel led me to want some light stuff - stuff as possibly feel-good as, say, Trolls.
Played it anyway.
Five minutes into the movie, I detected the silliness I anticipated it might be full of. If this weren't an animation, I'd call it cartoonized cannibalism.
Halfway through, I fell for Branch. The one who's practically me: jaded, cynical, persnickety. He was the ultimate setback in the mission to save the world or unleash happiness.
And then, out from behind, the story pivots to pack the emotional punch animated films warrant - one that screams aspirational all over. Boy did it wallop me hard. Straight to bully my tear ducts.
ALAS! A flash flood of tears. All those bottled up inside me the whole, entire time of December in which special occasions deprived themselves to start with "happy" but with "mopey" in its stead.
I felt betrayed. By the heart walled up against any vulnerability.
If some have learned to grow inconspicuously jaded, hopeless romantics can never escape their little mushy selves in them.
This scene was that little mushy self:
So little yet so big on the heart. Unexpected tearjerker.
And while I never ever liked Phil Collins' schmaltzy hit True Colors, this was the very song that bullied my heart to finally let it out. Tucked in the dark corner of the bedroom, a crybaby let it all out like nobody's ever cried before.
True love seemed back. One tear at a time.
Seemed.
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