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and I have to admit: Dragonheart. Can't be helped.
I think I've said this before, but the only time I actually cried was the end of Kazaam. I was six years old. I'm not entirely sure I knew what was happening. The end of A.I: Artificial Intelligence was also pretty heavy, but I didn't cry.
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RENT, without fail (I know it's practically blasphemy to watch the movie rather than the stage show, etc, etc, I still watch it)
Also I would like to point out that the combination of Sailor Moon and faux-Kerouac / Sonic Youth spelling is perhaps the purest distillation of what this forum is that we have yet been presented with.
I dont remember Engagement being particularly sad. I remember going "wtf?" when I saw Jodie Foster though
Man On Fire.