I got through Hotel Rwanda dry-eyed. UP only made me tear up, as did August Rush (despite the logistical flaws I can point out as soon as the credits roll,) a recent rewatching of Finding Nemo, and some documentary about Norman Rockwell.
But never have I wept like a baby at the theater.
Until Toy Story 3.
Jeezum freakin crow.
I am so glad I
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