Miracle Mile. 'nuff said.
If you liked that, I would strongly recommend Map of the Human Heart. Same director, but much more brutal and sad.
Three that have not been mentioned that had me bawling:
“A League of Their Own” – at the reunion;
“Dead Man Walking” – about the whole final 20 minutes (except that silly shot when he’s strapped to the board and it looks like a bastardized crucifixion);
“Ponette” – this is a French movie about a little girl whose mom has died. This movie will Fuck. You. Up.
I like to seem tough. No I am tough, like a rock.
I will cry at the sappy end of almost all movies. Well not the sad ending ones, those I do not cry, but the happy ones where everyone makes up and they are all hunky-dory type at the end. Yes, wiping my eyes paranoid that someone is going to walk into the room and see me crying at the crap movie I am watching.
It is embarrassing and that is one reason I tend to refuse movie invitations by other people.
I saw Up a few short months after my father’s sudden death, and while I was barely pregnant with my second child. The sequence including a miscarriage and then the loss of a truly beloved one brought me close to true, shaking, noisy sobs. I was so afraid of losing that baby, and of losing my hubby, after losing Dad…gah, the scene was horrendous for me. It took a tremendous amount of strength (and hubby’s comforting arm around me) to keep those bubbling wails silent while the tears poured. Now, I see that sequence as beautiful and perfect, but at the time, it was almost more than I could bear.
And now that I am a mother, I cannot even consider seeing a movie like Grave of Fireflies–just reading the Wiki on it gave me chills and made my eyes well up.
Another reason I won’t see movies like Ponette or Dear Zachary. Gah.
Off to take my little critters to ice cream…
Three weeks ago my wife had to put down our sixteen year-old Black Lab, Morgana. After the truly traumatizing ordeal she finally got home, turned on the TV to decompress, and what was on?
Marley and Me.
Curse you, HBO.
I cry over every movie I watch, practically. I think that’s why I watch ID all the time–true crime all the time, but I don’t usually cry when I watch it.
The Piano, though…I don’t know what it was that even set me off, but I cried from beginning to end of that movie every time I watched it. And Apollo 13 gets me into stress-tears mode–I actually have to coach myself to breathe during the suspenseful ending.
The Color Purple at the end
The Killing Fields multiple times
One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest - at the end.
Dead Poet’s Society at the end.
Titanic, never for Jack and Rose, but when the quartet starts 'Playing Nearer My God To Thee" and the mother is reading to her children in bed and the old couple lay down in bed together and hold each other.
I am a big, hairy guy whose wife describes him to strangers as “scary looking”. And I frequently weep at movies.
Oh, hell yes! Jesse’s song, but especially Joan Cusack’s absolutely brilliant acting, where she replies to Woody’s “Jesse, I didn’t know…” with “…just go.” It’s been a couple of years since I last saw it, but I’m getting misty just recalling it.
Yeah, that got me too.
Another that will hit you that was is My Dog Skip. Great film, but the hard truth is that dogs live shorter lives than humans. And the scene in Babe 2 where the little dog with his rear legs in a cart crashes will make anyone who has ever loved a dog weep.
Those, and Guggenheim, one of the richest men in the world, refusing to get on a lifeboat “We are dressed in our best, and are prepared to go down as gentlemen.” Scenes of noble self-sacrifice destroy me.
A movie that has not been mentioned in this thread is Crumb. When I found out that his brother Charles had killed himself in the credits, it just destroyed me.
It’s not a movie, but the scene from Doctor Who of Amy’s wedding - “…something old…something new…something borrowed…something blue.”
As mentioned above, “Hey Boo” and “To my brother George Bailey, the richest man in town” and “That’ll do, Pig.”
Also the end of Benjamin Button, when she is trying to get him to say her name, and at the very end, when the baby looks up at her and then closes his eyes. Devastating. I guess it’s one of my worst fears, that your children are too young to remember you if, you know.
I’ve only seen Farewell My Concubine once but I sobbed all the way home. I couldn’t really explain why, I mean, it was a lot of Chinese opera which I normally do not like but the story was really well done.
You fucking pussies.
We Were Soldiers (yes it has Jew-hating Mel, but fuck you!)
All of the above, plus:
La Bamba = “Not my Richie!!!”
I am Sam = when the adopted/foster mom brings the kid back to Sam <sob>
Remember the Titans = “Strong side! Left side!”
Beaches
Sophie’s Choice
Ghost
The Notebook
Boy’s Town
I’m an averagely-hormonal woman, so I might cry at lots of things. All I can think of off the top of my head is
The Notebook.
My Immortal Beloved.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Almost anything. I’m a very sloppy romantic, and will cry at the drop of a hat.
Always
I have long lost track there have been so many. I always find it odd as I am not an emotional person or particularly sensitive.
That’s a nice day Sgt Savage.
RIP CSM Plumley.
I’ve never seen that film, but I need to one day as it was about one of my heroes, Rick Rescorla. From what I understand, his actions were made part of a composite character, but his photograph appears on the cover of the book.
A movie needs to be made of James Stewart’s book Heart of a Soldier about meeting and marrying his wife Susan and his actions on September 11.