"One of two films to still make me cry like a pussy every time I see it…"
Me too, Mr. Greg! Me too! There are a handful of flicks that make this 62 year old male cry like a little baby girl. One of the most recent ones is Bicentennial Man. I gotta have a whole case of Kleenex when I watch that one...
This is required viewing every year at Thanksgiving in my home as mandated by my wife. My adult children grew up watching it and it is almost part of the family. So much of it particularly resonates with folks who grew up in rural America, particularly in the forties, fifties and sixties. We all know people who are/were like one or more of the characters in the film. While it doesn’t bring me to tears, it does get to me. For me, more so the cemetery scene than even the joyous reunion at the end. And I’m just vindictive enough that I think I’d like to have seen a little more comeuppance than “Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter!” at the end, maybe a tragic…nah, it’s Christmas! I thought Donna Reed glowed and Gloria Grahame was steamy.
Yes, I know, I'm weird or sad or there must be something wrong with me and all that muck but it's my prime example of a film so saccharine it genuinely makes me feel so irritated I want to punch the screen, that and Audrey Hepburn comedies.
