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.
