Most touching Movie You Ever saw

win231 said:
"Born on the 4th of July."
"Patch Adams"
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Your going to have to search far before you find a more pathetic scene than: Cruise and his friend fighting on the side of the road in their
wheelchairs, which resulted in them both laying on the ground like helpless turtles-it do make a statement!
" Patch Adams," Robin your supposed to be a comedian, quit jerking peoples hearts around as in the scene where the crazy man he befriended kills his bride to be.
 

"On The Beach"....1959.

Set in Australia mostly, and at sea in a submarine off the coast of a devastated North America. It's after a nuclear war and the northern hemisphere is devoid of life, radioactive fallout is heading south to Australia, there's no hope, everyone's going to die, Gregory Peck, captain of a USN submarine, has a girlfriend, Ava Gardner, but it's no good, there's no hope......everyone is either going to die slowly and horribly by radiation sickness, die quicker by government supplied suicide pills or by means of their own devising.
I saw it when I was about 10 years old and figured I'd probably live through it in real life.
The haunting treatment of the tune "Waltzing Matilda" was forever imbued with a gloomy, hopeless quality for me.
 
jerry r. garner said:
Your going to have to search far before you find a more pathetic scene than: Cruise and his friend fighting on the side of the road in their
wheelchairs, which resulted in them both laying on the ground like helpless turtles-it do make a statement!
" Patch Adams," Robin your supposed to be a comedian, quit jerking peoples hearts around as in the scene where the crazy man he befriended kills his bride to be.
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Well, I found that scene with Cruise & Dafoe funny, not touching. Touching (to me) was when Cruise visited the parents of the guy he accidentally killed.
 
Ruthanne said:
It was the most touching in my opinion!:whistle:
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To each his or her own. I'm just not a fan of the old "Love story where one of the two parties either comes down with a terminal illness or get's whacked" genre.

 
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I avoid touching movies. I hate feeling sad or upset, so I don't know of any to suggest except for an old one called "The Best Of The Best" (1989) which I was forced into watching while a guest at someone's home.

The movie itself wasn't so good. Anyone who knows me would be shocked that I would even watch a violent martial arts movie at all. But the realization near the end, moved me tremendously and made me cry.
 
Some good recommendations here, thanks SF Peeps!

I'd never seen "On the Beach" nor read it until this past year. The book is a lot better than the movie, but both must have been terrifying when they were released.

When I saw "The Way We Were" it had already been in the theaters for quite a while. I was on a date-ish with a guy I knew well but wasn't terribly romantic with. TWWW was the second half of a double feature (remember those?) and since I hadn't seen it yet, we stayed. Well, at the end I was weeping like a 5 year old child lost in the middle of K-Mart. The lights came up - all the way up as they did in those days - and I swear I was the only one crying because everyone else had already seen it.

Still love that movie.
 
The English Patient -- one of the only movies that I've liked more than the book. Though my favorite lines from the movie are directly from Michael Ondaatje's book. As far as touching, it covers the gamut --- passion, affection, exploration, loss, betrayal, the times (periphery of WWII).

“We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.”
 
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Butterfly said:
But I betcha most of it was not on the screen . . . Especially if it was at a drive-in?
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The stroll in
Downtown Portland OR
3rd st
A quarter for maybe a half minute

I wrote about it seven or eight years ago

Here it is (again, sorry);


Geriometry

I woke up the other day and found out I was 63.
Sixty-effing-three…….
The obits contain a lot of folks that got to 63.
And when I peruse those obits, I go, ‘well crap, the ol’ bugger was 63, no wonder he died.
I mean, it’s really hard to relate…until I hear a 50 year old chatting about the good ol’ days.


Good ol’ days.


Was it back in the ‘80s when techno wizards discussed the unlimited possibilities of ‘the information highway’?

Was it when my 13 year old genius son started creating things on his Vic 20, and phones went cordless?


Or was it back in the ‘60s?

Yeah, for me it was the ‘60s.

Porn?

Smut?

It was peep shows.


Sleazy old buildings down on SW 3rd, all lined up.
Garish signs with suggestive artwork and decrepit blinking lights.
Once inside, old men, 63 year old men, unshaven, unkempt, stained white shirts, matted hair, would check your ID.
My ‘ID’ was a crisp Lincoln.
They’d waive me thru.

Once past the curtain, you had to stand there for a minute or two to let your pupils catch up with the smarmy darkness,
and for your nostrils to adjust to the weird aroma of…well I didn’t know, but the floor was sticky.

The only light was the flittering beams coming from the booths of hastily constructed plywood that housed cheap 8mm film cameras,
and a reel of naked ladies.
Naked ladies.
Moving naked ladies.
Humping naked ladies.
Spreading naked ladies.
$.25 naked ladies.
Grainy, grey and white celluloid naked ladies.
Enough naked ladies to make a 14 year old’s heart pound out of his chest….and that was just during the eye/nose adjustment period.


Butterfly said:
But I betcha most of it was not on the screen
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Don't know
I made sure to never touch the screen


One time I was in such a hurry, I didn’t wait for my eyes to adjust, and ran smack into some ol’ man’s back with my face, of which his stank didn’t get outta my nostrils til after gym class.
That was another thing. Those wooden booths had knot holes in the side panels,
and some knot holes had the complementary eye ball…rather unnerving, it was.
Then there was the occasional breaking and entering into your booth.
That was more than unnerving….but it didn’t stop me from coming back.


Yeah, those were the good ol’ days.
I’m not kidding.
You had time to let your imagination germinate.
Now?
Now, no matter what your infatuation, it’s right at your fingertips.
Porn?
I kid about porn.
It’s a freaking bore, and that’s sad.
Not sad because porn is so rife it’s boring, but sad because all information of any freaking thing is right there…just right there…not a mile away at some library, but right there.

It’s like buying a video, because ‘that was the best movie I’ve seen in a long time’….and putting it in your DVD library
….and never watching it…. ever again…..because it’s there, right there.
 
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A tale of gross breach of etiquette at porn store

" I didn’t wait for my eyes to adjust, and ran smack into some ol’ man’s back with my face, of which his stank didn’t get outta my nostrils"

Belly laugh, chuckle, I 'member...

In these dark, dank places you do not acknowledge the presence of other people, no eye-to-eye contact no nothing... A better man than I wrote 'no man is an island.'
He must'a never frequented porn stores. Only you and the clerk ,(you got quarters') are to exchange words.
Wish I could telephone the guy I went to sin store with in 72 (he died0 wonder if sin killed him?
 
Trade said:
To each his or her own. I'm just not a fan of the old "Love story where one of the two parties either comes down with a terminal illness or get's whacked" genre.

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jerry r. garner said:
A tale of gross breach of etiquette at porn store

" I didn’t wait for my eyes to adjust, and ran smack into some ol’ man’s back with my face, of which his stank didn’t get outta my nostrils"

Belly laugh, chuckle, I 'member...

In these dark, dank places you do not acknowledge the presence of other people, no eye-to-eye contact no nothing... A better man than I wrote 'no man is an island.'
He must'a never frequented porn stores. Only you and the clerk ,(you got quarters') are to exchange words.
Wish I could telephone the guy I went to sin store with in 72 (he died0 wonder if sin killed him?
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I thought Oregon and Washington State were bastions of decency against the crazies in Calif...,but a football named the Ducks is a tad
suspicious.
 
Repondering said:
"On The Beach"....1959.

Set in Australia mostly, and at sea in a submarine off the coast of a devastated North America. It's after a nuclear war and the northern hemisphere is devoid of life, radioactive fallout is heading south to Australia, there's no hope, everyone's going to die, Gregory Peck, captain of a USN submarine, has a girlfriend, Ava Gardner, but it's no good, there's no hope......everyone is either going to die slowly and horribly by radiation sickness, die quicker by government supplied suicide pills or by means of their own devising.
I saw it when I was about 10 years old and figured I'd probably live through it in real life.
The haunting treatment of the tune "Waltzing Matilda" was forever imbued with a gloomy, hopeless quality for me.
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payed money to see it first time, still in my thuggy years. Boring, and I paid money!
Now, just about the best presentation of hopelessness of several individuals and how useless though it was, they all dealt with the situation with a firm jaw.
Question: would you have crawled back into the sub for a more or less pointless trip home. Obviously, most of the members of the crew did
not live in Calif. Going to the USA would only hasten their demise; was/is the lure of home that strong...think about that more than I should, hmm.
Assuies make some hard movies, at least those viewed in USA: Breaker Morant, ...Oh Dear cannot remember the title of the girls high school/
finishing school, circa 1920-30, where two of the girls disappeared while on a school outing. A fictional portal. but such a haunt the viewer wanted to believe it was true-peculiar emotive response??
 
Wasn't there a top 5 movies? can't find it, lost my mind again.
I’ve been germinating, knowing they’d pop up in their own time

  1. Sling Blade
  2. Overboard –Goldie Hawn & kurt russel, I do not like comedies, but what can I say.
  3. Manhunter-vastly underrated actor, William Peterson-the first of the human-nawers
  4. Eastern Promises-Viggo Mortensen, his characteristics, the way he deals with others,…the way he does things. He’s been around decade or more, first time I noted him
  5. Honorable Mention-if Mel Gibson is allowed, Im uncertain about these two. Watch these two at least once a year maybe because there on T.V. all the time: We were Soldiers, and Young.
Yea, I know it was the ‘and Young’ that got me. I know it already-okay.

Then Braveheart, really, really liked his wife
 
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