I well up (not full blown tears, I’m a bloke) at happy and sad things. Current lump in throat special is when Nanny Macfee leaves in Nanny Macfee 2. I’f you haven’t seen it, you won’t understand but ‘No, we don’t need her any more….’ is the killer line. Plus I’d comment on Maggie Gyllenhal but of course I’m not allowed to.
On films: the episode ‘What we’re fighting for’ of Band of Brothers. Wow. I nearly dessicated myself over that.
I did alright at Toy Story 3 – or so I thought, but every time I’d thought phew, that’s the sad bit they were talking about then they just ramped it up again. The final really sad bit was really good, although my younger children didn’t think it was very sad at all – having not the same concepts of growing out of favourite toys as we do.
The real welling up time has just passed though. Remembrance Day, Nimrod, veterans selling poppies in the foyer of the local supermarket, etc., that chokes me up properly, more than any film could.