I can't believe I'm about to betray my manly exterior, but . . .
Gandhi does it for me. Maybe because I'm Indian myself, but it always gets me. At the end of the movie, Gandhi is shot and the screen goes black and he murmurs, "Oh God." Ben Kingsley, playing Gandhi, doesn't say it melodramatically or anything; it seems more like prayer. It's at that moment that I get a lump in my throat, and my eyes start to water. I think about the life he's led and all the extraordinary things he's done. And two bullets from a religious fanatic ended it all. Kills me every time.
I remember feeling a little choked up at the end of Big Fish. The old man is dying, and all his friends have turned up to say goodbye. I get a little choked up, but in a good way; I feel sort of priveledged to have been witness to this amazing and extraordinary life, and I feel like I'm losing someone I know.
I know it's not a movie, but it is available on DVD. The season five episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "The Body". The most painfully realistic and honest portrayal of the dealing with the death of a loved one I've ever seen. It may be difficult to believe that a show entitled Buffy the Vampire Slayer could possibly be emotionally moving and dramatic, but watch this episode and see if you can get through its forty-five minutes without feeling the tears threaten.
Okay now. I'm off to pump some iron, drink some brew, play with my rifle and watch some football. And pretend that I didn't write a single word of this post!
cheers,
supervij