Watanabe is a lesser God. He made that movie worth watching.
As for crying at movies… oddly enough, the one that got me was Sommersby. A convict takes the place of a southern landowner after the civil war… a man who, by all accounts, was a scumbag himself… and discovers in becoming this other man that he surpasses him in honour. In the end, he decides to take the consequences of that man’s life simply because in doing so he betters the lives of those around him.
For the most part it comes off like a sappy chick-flick, and then out of the blue… BAM. Something of substance.
Funny how tears have become a sign of weakness in a man. When you read tales about those tin-plated medieval killing machines, knights as some call 'em, they were prone to weeping openly over the loss of a companion. Or even a horse. The tales of brutal and deadly Celtic warriors are rife with them shedding tears over each other and going into long fits of melancholy at the loss of a brother in arms or family member.
They helped define what would be considered manly in later years… and we’ve lost that. It’s a shame. I know that when I cry I can feel my face burn red with shame (no matter how justified the situation), even though intellectually I know that there shouldn’t be that connotation.