I flipped on the TV as I was eating brunch and caught The Sum of Us midway through, right as Harry was toppling like a cut tree on the street in front of his house. Ouch. And that's all the ramp up I needed for the next scene, which had me in tears in two minutes flat. ("Once for yes...twice for no.")

I'm trying to dance around major spoilers here, by the way.

I've loved this movie for years. I love this movie so much I barely have words, and everyone who hasn't seen it should go rent it, buy it, borrow it, find it--right now. Star: a young and yummy Russell Crowe circa 1994, still playing native Australian at the time, as a gay man (Jeff) looking for love. But it's not focused just on his character--it's also about his dad, Harry, and Jeff's relationship with his dad, and I swear to god, anyone who can watch this movie and not feel utterly moved is a big tin robot. This is the only movie I'd use the word "heart-warming" about without making an eye-rolling smart-ass face. And the ending just rips me from anxiety to joy and leaves me in tiny, sodden, sniffling pieces.

Despite the fact that Greg *so* doesn't deserve Jeff.

Edited to add: So I went back out and watched the ending and now my face is all wet. Big wet happy.