I cried the whole time at varying levels of intensity.

The feminine urge in the 90’s to make movies about generational trauma that just obliterated audiences to tears >

I'm a seventeen-year-old Indian Boy and I cried

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for a movie with the word joy in the title this film is hella depressing

some of the directing choices here feel a little dated & overly sentimental — kind of like a hallmark movie, almost? but it’s an ASIAN-AMERICAN hallmark movie, and the book it’s based on is lovely, and i watched it with my mom and it made both of us cry a LOT so i’m willing to overlook any and all cheesiness. i am also willing to watch anything with ming-na wen because i think she’s neat.

don’t watch this if you have mommy issues. cried 4 times

“You don't know the power you have over me. One word from you, one look, and I'm four years old again, crying myself to sleep, because nothing I do can ever, ever please you…”

that shit hurted

“Maybe it is because she was born to me and she was born a girl, and I was born to my mother and I was born a girl, all of us like stairs, one step after another, going up, going down, but always going the same way.”

What your mother passes down to you, the hopes she pours into you. The imprint of her sins and curses. Breaking those generational curses. You are your mother, you are your grandmother, you died 60 years ago. 

My mom has been trying to get me to watch this since I was 12 and I finally did and it was so beautiful