I’m sure you’ve realized by now that I am addicted to the movie “Pitch Perfect”. I love the characters, the conflict, and especially the music. At one point, one of the main characters, Jesse, is talking about movies and how the endings are the best part. I agree with him, at least when it comes to this movie.
I’m not even joking when I say that every time I get to the end of the movie, I have tears in my eyes. It’s kind of out of character for me, but it’s true. There is one thing in movies that you can guarantee will get me every time, and that’s father/daughter relationships.
Don’t get me wrong, I grew up with a wonderful step-dad, and had him as a strong male presence in my life (Still do, in fact.), but my “real” father was mostly absent. I never really got to know my dad because he didn’t put himself out there, and when I was old enough to take responsibility for growing our relationship, I didn’t. I was never sure that he wanted to get to know me, and so I didn’t press the issue.
Just as an example of where I came from, he called me the morning of my wedding to tell me he wasn’t coming. I found out later that he thought I had asked my step-dad to give me away. In truth, I asked my brother to walk me down the aisle because I didn’t want to cause conflict between my dads.
About ten years ago, his health started to decline quickly, and I made trips to see him each time he went into the hospital, but still never stepped out of my comfort zone to really learn anything about him.
When he passed away a few years later, I realized that there were a lot of things I wanted to know, and I had a lot of regrets. At that point, it was just too late. I couldn’t trust that side of the family to be honest with me, and he was gone.
So, you can see why I want to cry at the end of this movie when Beka’s father (whom she has butted heads with the entire movie) stands up, and with great pride on his face, yells out, excited for her triumph in doing something she loves. It makes me happy to know that her father is proud of her. It makes me sad that I can’t say, with any certainty, the same about mine.