I’ve told this to several women and none of them get it. Maybe I’m a freak, but:
I cry at the end of Rocky, every time. Rocky is so proud to have lasted the whole 15 rounds, he’s so happy that Adrian has come to see him, he doesn’t even hear the announcer saying Apollo has won the fight. Rock’s won his fight.
The only other movie I cried at in recent years was Phenomenom. There was something about John Travolta secretly buying all those hideous chairs. That’s love, what can I say. When the movie ended, the woman I was with and I sat through the whole ending credits quietly. It turned out that each of us didn’t want the other to see that we were blubbering. I’ve seen the movie again, though, and I haven’t blubbered again. Go figure.
The only film I’ve ever seen both men and boys cry at was The Iron Giant. I took my little male cousins who were 4 and 8 at the time and they bawled as loud as I did. I glanced around and all the dads were trying unsuccessfully to blink back tears. Great, moving film.
What he said. While I’ll admit to having gone all misty-eyed over quite a few films, Grave of the Fireflies is the only one to send me into a full-blown sobbing fit, the kind that has your throat pistoning up and down with tears flying in all directions. The kind of sobs where, if someone had walked in and seen me, they’d probably have come to the conclusion that someone had just died, and if I’d told them “No, it was just this horribly sad animated film,” they’d have just kinda backed away slowly.
No other film I’ve seen (and I’ve seen more than my fair share) has elicited such a response. I would almost feel confident positing the theory that anyone who can watch Grave of the Fireflies all the way through without shedding a single tear is not human. Or, at the very least, blind.
My husband always bawls like a calf at “Field of Dreams”. The first time he saw it was about a week after his father had died. I honestly thought I was going to have to call the paramedics.
My best friend at the time, about a week later, gave him the movie. He still watches it from time to time, when he’s feeling maudlin, and cries rivers and oceans of tears every single time.
I have gotten to where I keep a supply of valium onhand if I know he’s in a “Field of Dreams” mood.
braveheart(i don’t know how to mark spoilers, but i’m fairly certain most guys know which scene i’m talking about)
dead poets society(four words… ‘o captain, my captain’)