For the records, I have only cried in a movie twice. The first time was Cinema Paradisio, which is one of the most beautiful movies ever made. The second time was Saving Private Ryan. I had the flu and the film made me think of my late grandfather who flew planes in WWII. So I wept.
I think if you cry in the same movie on more than one occasion, it's cool to count the first cry as the only cry because it was the same flick. I watched Saving Private Ryan for the first time since that last cry and I made for a good encore.
Saving Private Ryan was groundbreaking when it hit screens in 1998. It was far ahead of it's time for it's genre. The sheer scale of it was beyond any war movie seen before. Yet more importantly, it is a reminder of the things sacrificed and lost to oppress tyranny. No other film represents this better. It's brutal reality provides us with the knowledge of just what our forefathers experienced to keep our world free. The tragic consequences are on full display, back dropped by beautiful cinematography.
I feel no embarrassment for having cried watching this film. They are tears shed for the memory of someone I cared about who fought for what was right. What he fought for is why I you and I are here today.
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