As a British male I have to hide my feelings, it is the stoic attitude which has led our emotionally repressed nation to greatness. Even being peppered sprayed in the face is an unacceptable time to cry, however there are few moments where I’ve had a huge piece of dust itching my cornea and I’ve had to moisten my eyeballs.
Strangely these mostly happen during movies, I think cinemas must need cleaning a bit more, and most recently during Pacific Rim where the tears rolling across my cheeks may have been those of joy. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen and after a few crazy weeks was a fantastic release of emotion at a movie full of fun.
This was the first film that made me weep with joy, mostly I get hit by sentimentality. I’m a sucker for a scene of sweetness and brass soundtrack, it seems to hit me right in the Stevenus Spielbergium (the part of the brain that detects sentimentality). Here are a few of those scenes.
Mostly a boring film, but that ending. Every time I want to fist pump the air. I forgive Kevin Costner for The Postman just for the final scenes.
Despite this being propaganda for the Vegetarian Council of Great Britain once again I can be brought to tears just by those few words from Zephrain Cochrane. The silence of the scene before the applause is just electrifying, I end up losing control. That’ll do, that’ll do.
Mr Holland’s Opus
Every time, every god damn time he opens those doors to Louie Louie it opens the floodgates. I think I am coming to realise that as well as a brass band a round of applause gets me as well. This is one of those gems of a film that tug at the heartstrings like a harpist.
Okay I am going to have to stop at three, there is a problem with the bathroom upstairs. I think the tap is leaking as there are few drops of water on the keyboard and I should go and fix it.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Moved to Tears.”
Describe the last time you were moved to tears by something beautiful.