I did not expect, of all things, fucking *Casanova* to trigger the ever-loving fuck out of me.
We watched the David Tennant version tonight at my housewarming party. It was an awesome party. And a pretty enjoyable movie.
Right up until the final scene where the character hearing the story from Old!Peter O'Toole!Casanova is watching him die, and lies through her teeth over and over and over about his one true love being on her way to see him after decades of separation.
Except for the name, word for word, it was almost exactly what my sister said to my dying grandmother the last time I saw her. Which is likely to be the last time I ever will see her.
And it was like a punch to the fucking gut.