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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I have never cried in a flick. Ever. Only time I found myself really getting misty at some media form was watching David Bowie sing America at the Concert for NYC. I have that thing on the Ipod and occasionally it'll turn up (I keep the Ipod on random) and whatever I'm doing is immediately stopped dead. If you haven't heard it, you really ought to listen to it. It really digs in. By the time he hits "Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike," I defy anyone not to have at least contemplated tearing up a bit. At a minimum, it blows you away.
ETA: I did once fall asleep during a date in which we stupidly went to see Ghost. Did not get laid that evening.
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You are dead inside if it doesn't get a little dusty in the room when Red finally sees Andy Dufresne sanding down his boat on the beach of the Pacific Ocean.
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