The films that made me cry the most, from pain to pleasure or just from plain happiness. Often bucketloads of tears…or sometimes just the one, lonely tear, but hey, a tear is a tear…
I can cry from happiness too. Or relief. Not just from sadness, disgust, or heartbreak.
Usually if there are kids or young kids, I’m done. No way I cannot not cry. If there is a love story with unsurmountable obstacles, I’m done too. There are films I wish I had cried on. Example? Leenhardt’s “Les Dernières Vacances” 1948 should have cried. Was unable to. Damn. Ranked from the film I cried the most (buckets of tears; snot included) to the film I cried the least (a single lonely tear :P)
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