That wasn’t a “welling up” moment for me. That was full-on sobbing for half an hour after the movie was over. That movie just wrecked me.
I saw Marion Bridge this week, and that one had me misty-eyed on several occasions. When Agnes and Louise were on the stairs talking, and Louise told Agnes not to start crying, because if she started then Louise would start, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop… I’m explaining it badly. Go see it; it was really awesome. But make sure you have tissues.
Ladyhawke: The scene where Navarre is waking up and just for a moment, he can see Isabeau as a woman instead of as a hawk. But then the sun comes up and she flies away, to his anguish.
Sling Blade: When Karl is telling Frank about how he had to bury his newly born brother.
Big Fish: When Edward Bloom comes back alive and well from service, and at first Sandra doesn’t think he’s really there–in fact, she thought he was dead.
Maybe it’s been replanted in a recent movie (it’s hard to tell without the "something"s filled in) but Tick says that to Bernadette in “The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert,” when his secret about being married slips out. I think it was along the lines of:
“I’m sorry [I didn’t tell you], but I’m not sorry you’re here.”
But that’s hardly recent; it’s 10 years old. Maybe sumbuddy knows another instance.
Take away the incidental music, and nearly every bawling-in-the-aisles emotional scene in the movies becomes just an “eh” scene. Background scores are responsible for a lot more of the emotional “oomph” in a scene than your average moviewatcher gives them credit for.
The Lord of the Rings films get me too, especially most of the aforementioned scenes.
The movie Dave, where Kevin Kline plays a presidential impersonator who replaces the pretty horrible U.S. President, makes me cry every single time. It’s a comedy, and a “feel-good movie” at that, but the character is just so kind and noble and upstanding and selfless, and he does so many good things in office.
Spider-Man 1, where Uncle Ben is killed, and again at the end where Peter realizes he can’t be with Mary Jane.
Spider-Man 2, after the fight scene on the train, where the New Yorkers pass Peter over their heads after he saves them, and again at the end where Mary Jane leaves her wedding to be with him.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, at various moments within.
I cry at the end, when Elliot and ET are saying goodbye.
When I saw “The Lion King” in theatres, I cried at Mustafa’s death scene. When Scar says, “Long live the King” and pushes his brother to his death. Man, what a jerk!
The Shawshank Redemption has me reaching for the Kleenex during the rain scene and the opera music scene.
I’m a girl who never really liked baseball, but that catcher’s mask scene in Field of Dreams had me bawling. The first time I saw it, I had it under control till I saw my usually stoic dad sniffling–then I completely lost it.
I refuse to watch RotK with my current boyfriend for the completely vain reason that I look unbelievably ugly while sobbing uncontrollably. How can some women look so cute while crying whereas I get a red, snotty nose, swollen, puffy, red eyes, and make horrible raspy noises?
Anya’s speech does me in every time. And, for reasons I can’t explain, Dumbledore’s speech at the end of HP:tSS about how brave Neville is always does too, both in the book and the movie. I love Neville.
Those damn LOTR movies get me every time too. The first time I went to see TFOTR I started losing my vision in the opening scene. Gandalf’s riding through the Shire like a humble tinker, Frodo jumps into his arms, there’s all these little hobbits getting excited, then everything gets all blurry and all I can think is “they made them into movies and the didn’t f*ck things up!”
One scene that really got to me is from a movie I haven’t seen for a while (so I don’t know if it stands the test of time): Cocoon. There’s this one old fellow who refuses to go into the rejuvenating pool because he’s a curmudgeon who wants to live out his normal life. Then one day the other codgers go into the pool room… and there he is. He’s got his wife’s head cradled in his lap, washing her hair lovingly. He looks up to them, utterly broken because she is dead, hoping that the magic waters will bring her back. I can barely write the description now because I’m gettin’ all misty