The Painted Veil
A Single Man
Melancholy throughout with heart-wrenching endings. Love those movies.
An Affair to Remember-“If you can paint, I can walk.”
Labyrinth. I hear the director says the magic was true. I want to believe that.
Glory and Schindler’s List. Two movies I was glad to watch and will be glad to never see again.
Nobody mentions King Kong? I cried like a baby when that big monkey died.
I’ve cried at lots of movies…I’m a bit of a sap, but only two still make me cry EVERY single time I see them.
The oft mentioned Field of Dreams
and Saving Private Ryan…“Tell me I’m a good man…”
Damn. Every time.
I thought I don’t cry a lot but turns out I do. Thanks to some of the posts that rattled my memory.
Dumbo
Back Street Woman
The Color Purple
Gallipoli
Heidi
El Norte
Rudy
Titanic
8 Seconds
A Better Life
Since a commercial was mentioned upthread…my parents fought tooth and nail but after my mother died my stepfather was just lost, although always a survivor and optimist. He didn’t know how to cook and had to start eating at fast food places and AYCE buffets. McDonald’s came out with a commercial where an old guy gets his order then looks around for a place for a sit. There’s only one other customer in the place, a senior-aged woman sitting alone. He goes over and says, “Excuse me, is there anyone sitting here?” The swallowed tears almost tore out my throat.
I think the last one was Agora.
Winona Ryder, young again, and dancing in the snow from the haunted house at the end of Edward Scissorhands (on reflection, the waterworks start when I see Edward chopping away at the blocks of ice).
Gena Rowlands needing to be sedated after her moment of lucidity has passed in The Notebook. James Garner’s got a lot of company.
About every thirteen minutes in Franco Zeffirelli’s The Champ.
Seriously, something about my Dad’s death loosened up something inside me, and I become much more emotional watching TV and movies since. Or maybe it’s just that I’m getting older.
The final scene in Rocky, when he’s screaming for Adrian. Every. Single. Time. Maybe I’m the only one.
Brazil – the end.
So many others already mentioned. John Miller’s death and the cemetery scene in Saving Private Ryan.
I can’t even watch My Dog Skip through to the end anymore.
The Plague Dogs, and Watership Down. I can’t think about the Black Rabbit scene at the end without getting watery.
There’s a movie you’ve never seen called Run Wild Run Free, from the 1970’s (I’m not going to look it up). It was about a boy, traumatically mute, who has a nothing relationship with his parents, and who finds a substitute father who encourages him. He also develops a very strong relationship with a wild horse. Events develop, eventually his father understands him a little and tries to relate to him, and he gradually starts to talk a little. At the end, his beloved horse becomes caught in a bog, and he has to talk to the horse to get him to work with the people trying to free him (the horse). When the horse is saved, he falls into the loving arms of his now no-longer-oblivious parents.
This film spoke to me on a very personal level when I first saw it. I don’t know if it would do so now or would be meaningful to anyone else - I suspect not. But I treasure the memory of that last scene, and the way I felt when I saw it.
For different reasons, The Lord of the Flies (original version). It was completely depressing, and when Piggy was killed I felt like the bottom of my stomach was missing. Side note: I don’t think you can see this film today due to the pre-pubescent boy nudity. Sad, really.
Roddy
Didn’t used to cry at movies… much, but the older I get the more susceptible I am, damn hormones.
Up - The beginning and the end.
Finding Nemo - Got me a few times.
Wall-E - Beautiful movie… Pixar seems to have the formula down pat to elicit tears.
Being at Home with Claude - Emotionally wrenching
Breaking the Waves - See above description, so, so, … have no words, The only movie I’ve ever seen and loved that I will never see again.
Nicholas Sparks is nowhere to be found at my house, there may be a ward on the doors to incinerate the book if someone tries to bring one in. However, I did see The Notebook when it came on TV a few years ago. TV on for background noise while on the 'puter and Wow, a good movie. James Garner and Gena Rowlands were perfect. So yes, I cried.
Oh, Dancer in the Dark. Screw you, Lars von Trier, you manipulative dick.
And that one episode of Futurama that we won’t go into.
Already mentioned by others - Big Fish. It hit me especially hard, as my dad had a rather astonishing life that would have been unbelievable to me if I hadn’t witnessed quite a bit of it. I never had any reason to doubt any of his stories, but there was still a huge distance between us all my life that the film brought home.
He died when I was 16, and my mom and I saw All That Jazz in the theater, neither of us having the faintest idea how it ended. Do not watch that film if you have just lost a charismatic workaholic.
Rocky holds the championship belt over his head, “Yo, Adrian! I did it!”
Interesting, because the end of Rocky II doesn’t choke me up at all. For me, it’s then end of the first movie when he knows that he’s won Adrian’s love and the outcome of the fight doesn’t hardly matter at all – except that he was still standing at the end of it.
The last scene of* We Bought a Zoo* comes to mind. But I cry easily these days ( especially when children and dead parents are involved.)
My Sister’s Keeper had me a weepy, snotty sobbing mess.
SLC Punk gets me every time I watch the scene with Stevo trying to wake Bob…sniffle.
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and Saving Private Ryan…“Tell me I’m a good man…”
Damn. Every time.[/QUOTE]
Oh yeah, that for sure. And also the part when their medic is dying and his compadres are directing his hand into the wound so he can determine where exactly he’s been hit and then the “Oh my god…MY LIVER!” when he realizes his wound is mortal.
And then when he starts crying for his mother right before he dies. That’s just painful to watch.
The last scene in Midnight Cowboy.