In my 30s, even into my 40s, the only movie that always made me cry was Rocky, at the end when he loses the fight but wins the girl.
Now, every fucking romcom makes me misty. And then I think of me and the very idea of watching romcoms and I get mistier.
Some people like pain.
I always say: If you’re moved to tears, it means the movie-makers got it right, for once.
“The Iron Giant” is my “Rocky.”
Aliens is my Rocky…that scene where Hicks is teaching Ripley how to handle the rifle, I get teary just thinking about it.