I, on the other hand, am more interested in eventually netflixing it now that I learn it's a weepie.

On a trip to Fry's on Saturday, Flags of Our Fathers and Babel DVDs were prominently displayed so on an impulse I bought both to round out my pre-Oscars nominee watching. I can't remember the last time I spent more than $10 for a single-disc DVD but both were $19.99. I'll do my best to avoid such impulse in the future.

Babel was very much a disappointment. There really aren't specific things that I can point to (other than the stupid Gael Garcia Bernal/Adriana Barraza) that came up short but it was too long, too self-important, and ultimately boring.

Flags of Our Fathers is indeed, as iSm says, a very worthy effort. It isn't so much a war movie as a post-war movie and as such my complaint it that it is overly padded by actual war stuff. Also the 20-minute epiliogue is just too much and very kludgy. I still prefer Letters from Iwo Jima but it is a slim thing and taken as a unit the two movies are an impressive endeavor by Eastwood.

We saw "A Good Year" on the return flight. It was certainly better than Marie Antoinette. It wasn't bad, actually. It's not particularly memorable, either, but it wasn't bad. It was actually a nice, fluffy, mindless, entertaining airplane movie that I'll never watch again, but which occupied the time nicely.

I watched "Airport 75" on my last flight home from the East Coast :evil:

It was beyond weeping.I was sitting there sobbing through the last 20-30 mins. Even today when I was telling people at work aobut it, I was still tearing up.

I just read the Movie Mom review of Bridge to Terabitha, and I'm already crying.

Oh, wait, that's the Norbit review.

Seriously, though, it's kind of fun sitting in a theatre full of snuffling viewers. Joy Luck Club and Unstrung Heroes come immediately to mind.

The Notebook had the loudest sobbing I've ever personally experienced. And me not crying finally proved to Lani that my lachrymal glands are completely broken.

I appreciate the heads up on this one- I do not like seeing sad movies at the theater. The last one I saw was Finding Neverland, and while I didn't break down crying I did leave the theater a bit depressed. I save sad movies for home viewing- I don't want to sit in the middle of a theater fighting off tears and getting buttery popcorn salt in my eyes.

The World According to Garp was the only film that I loudly and uncontrollably sobbed. oh, and Charlie the Lonesome Cougar.

The Notebook was touchingly predictable, but I wouldn't use it as any litmus test. Finding Neverland was a bit of a weeper. Garp certainly had its sad moments amidst the grotesquerie. I guess the part when his mother couldn't hear him say "I love you" over the helicopter noise was the saddest.

I never saw Charlie the Lonesome Cougar, but I did get worked up once over an episode of The Rockford Files.