I like to cry. But that’s not exactly the sort of thing one brags about in the locker room, so I generally don’t go around telling everyone. Except I guess that’s what I’m doing right now. ~sigh~ ;)
Anyway, the reason I like crying is that it makes me feel more alive, more in tune with the human experience. It’s like a spiritual shower. Or like squeezing a water-heavy sponge. Or like eating watermelon.
In talking about this with a friend tonight, I realized what my main metric is for how good I think a movie is: how much it makes me cry. Sure, there are other facets to movies that are quite important — script, cinematography, acting, etc. — but the clincher, the thing that makes me tag a movie as “good” or “favorite,” is whether I cry. (I should mention here that I’m not really a bawler; I’m more of the quiet baby waterfall. And I don’t even cry that often. But I wish I did.) I don’t dislike movies that don’t make me cry, but they often leave me feeling somewhat dry.
So, if you have any good, clean tearjerkers to recommend, leave ‘em in the comments. :)

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