Glenn White

I didn't cry when my dad died. I've always been unable to express myself, feeling a mix of numbness and pain with no way to release it. In all honesty if Cats hadn't come out when it did I don't know if I would still be here today. I came in with low expectations. Sure, Jason Derulo as a cat sounded hot and sexy to me but you can be damn sure I didn't expect this film to be the first day of the rest of my life, which it was. Where do I even begin. I walked into that dimly lit movie theater with a box of Swedish Fish and a 5 dollar Pizza Hut coupon, and left with God. The only people I would like to apologize to are the family of five who found it hard to hear the earth shattering dialogue over my relentless wailing and sobbing from James Corden's first appearance to Jennifer Hudson's haunting vocals on 'Memory'. Cats awakened something that I had never felt in my 47 years of life. I found myself finally grieving for everything that I had bottled up my whole life, from my high school sweetheart and wife of 15 years leaving me and taking our 3 beautiful angels with her to live with Dale the manager of our local Five and Below, to when my father drank himself to death after years of abusing me and my 7 brothers and sisters. All that exploded like an emotional dam that had been cracking for decades as soon as I saw the first cgi ear twitch, remarkable.