Something in my Eye

As a rule, I only watch depressing films once. And films like this give me every reason to continue that. I believe that even if you do not have a significant other, this film can speak to you. It is a tough subject, the loss of your mate and then picking up the pieces and moving on. As this film played, as I am sure everybody else did, I tried hard not to think of the unbearable pain that could happen if they were in that situation. Then I thought about the pain that I would put my wife through if something happened to me. As I contemplated all of this, the water works flowed.

Embarrassment Level: 0
I believe that this is 100% justifiable. No second thought whatsoever.

Alright, I know what you are thinking: "That Stephen King film where Morgan Freeman hates aliens?" Yeah, that's the film. Why did I water up you ask? Honestly, I was extremely lonely at that particular moment. I was stuck on a boat alone in some weird place for two days. All of the creaks and odd sounds finally broke me down and it came out around the time Dudditz spoke about Mr. Gray. I felt sympathy for him because his friends seem to have just pushed him aside. I felt more alone than I may have ever felt before in my life at that moment.
And before you ask. There wasn't anything else to watch on that boat. The cable didn't work and the only other film to watch was the The One. Yeah, I suppose that would has made me sob as well (with all of the shitty acting and all).

Embarrassment Level: 8
This is a horror/Sci-Fi film. Why am I crying again?

There isn't an easy way to describe the emotions I had while watching Sleepers. It is a difficult subject to address, child molestation, hell, much less even film. I would imagine even if you currently do not have children, Sleepers will put you in the same puddle of tears that I was in.
Side note: This film was so depressing, that I simply gave it away just not to even see it in my DVD collection.

Embarrassment Level: 0
I am sad now thinking about this film.

Before you burst out in laughter. Tell me Vegeta wasn't one if the coolest characters to grace the tube on Cartoon Network? No? Well he was to me. Where were you during the reign of Dragonball Z mania? Anyways, the death of Vegeta, by the hands of Freeza, marked the ending of my childhood innocence. He died without ever reaching Super Sayain status, even after all of that training. It just did not seem fair. I cried and have since moved on to "big boy pants." *in The Other Guys "Gator" voice*

Embarrassment Level: 9
I have no excuse.

Growing up, I remember watching this film many times for some reason. I always said that the fight choreographer did an excellent job, for an early 90's film anyway. (Compare this to any Van Damme or Segal film around this time and you will see what I mean.) The seemly inseparable bond between the two brothers resonated well with me and my brother. So that simple fact, made a sub-par film appear amazing. You know how a film just seems to be speaking to you? Well, Breathing Fire was something like that. It spoke to us. Two brothers (one adopted) using martial arts, something me and my brother obsessed over, against a bank robbing crew. Nevertheless, near the conclusion of the film the two brothers inevitably combat each other. One brother refuses to fight at the start if the contest, then changes his mind and begins fighting his sibling. The final blow, which the younger brother willingly takes and could have been easily avoided, knocks his ass senseless. The older brother thinks the worst, but after coming to his senses the younger brother appears alright. Now, why did I tear up for this poorly acted action film? Obviously, the bond between the two brothers touched a nerve. At the time, in all of my grand naivety, I could not imagine anybody wanting to harm their sibling that much. Me and my brother were extremely close growing up so it saddened us severely. But should have gotten to the point of tears? Hell no!

Embarrassment Level: 8
Sue me!

T2, as far as I could remember, was the first film that I ever shed water on. If some people just think of this film being just action, they are mistaken. The lessons that could be learned form T2 are endless. Not just film making either. Unfortunately, we shall not discuss those matters here. The reason for my breakdown initially started because of doughnuts. My brother and I were visiting my cousins and apparently nobody told me that there were doughnuts in the kitchen. So, as I gleefully watched T2, these bastards were eating my rightfully owed two doughnuts! When I finally noticed nobody was sitting behind me, I headed to the kitchen to see the horror: An empty box of Delchamp's doughnuts! All of them looked at me with a, "first come first serve" attitude. Which was fucked up. I always looked out for them. Nevertheless, I tried not to let these Benedict Arnold mutha fuckers diminish my enjoyment of T2, but I cannot lie. The situation did. The "straw that broke the camel's back" ultimately was Arnold perishing, but still with a thumbs up. It was almost like he was telling me, "next time, Mike. Those doughnuts were probably stale anyways...just joking. Those doughnuts were delicious."

Embarrassment Level: 4
T2 has a pretty grim message already. Add that with no doughnuts and you have a recipe for destruction.