A few days ago, my brother called me. He had just seen this movie, and, voice trembling, he explained to me in tears that he just wanted to tell me that he loved me. I was confused. He doesn't cry at movies, and I'd read the reviews. I didn't get it.
I do now.
I cried in the theater. I cried on the drive home. I'm holding back drips of saline as I write this review.
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