Review of J.T.

For years, I thought this was called P.J. (not oddly, my own first two initials) and I couldn't find out anything about it. Then tonight I just happened upon a few links that led me to the title. I LOVED this movie as a kid. I read the book and when I saw that it was going to be on TV I had to watch. i was fascinated by this honest slice of life so different from my own suburban existence, yet so relevant because of its universal emotion. I watched it with my father and older brother. When the end came, I was in tears. My brother made fun of me for crying. Then my father, never an emotional guy, told him to stop. He said it just meant that I had feelings. He smiled at me, wiping his own tears from his eyes. It is one of my favorite memories of my late father. In a way, I don't think I want to see this again, fearing that the golden memory will always exceed the reality.

If you have the opportunity, and can emotionally stomach films like Old Yeller, E.T. and It's a Wonderful Life, SEE THIS!!!!