Gets me every time. When Batty does the "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe ..." speech and ends with "... time to die". Every single time. Even now, as I write this, the hairs stand up on my neck. I feel a tear coming ...

The scene that readily springs to mind is not from a film but - of all things - Eastenders. It was years ago. To provide some context, good-natured, curly-haired lovable loser Nigel Bates falls in love and eventually marries the woman of his dreams. She is called Debs has a school age daughter already, but that's fine by Nigel. Months go by and life is wonderful for them all.

Then one day Debs gets hit by a car and dies. We don't see the incident, the news (from a policeman) comes as just as much of a shock to the viewers, as it does to Nigel. Nigel is devastated, as you would expect, and then - even worse - he realises the full horror of having to pick up the daughter from school, knowing what he knows.

Later on, with a very long lens (as if we are keeping a respectful distance), we see Nigel meet the daughter outside the school gates. We cannot hear the dialogue. All we hear is traffic noise and the chatter of people passing by.

She looks surprised and delighted to see him pick her up from school. He gravely sits her down on a bench. He talks, then they hug. The credits roll in silence.

I know it is a staple of the soaps to have the odd sudden death, but I thought that one was done rather well.

*Spoiler alert.
I'm sorry - and I know it's all personal and all that but if Mary Poppins, Eastenders and Bladerunner get the ducts going what will this do to you?
Even as I type I'm reaching for industrial quantities of the ol' eye-dabber...

You know the bit....blub blub

is Humph n' Ingrid's reunion kiss in Casablanca. I have been known to get a bit dewy eyed at that. But I don't usually cry at films... perhaps I am a cold-hearted bastard.

Just recently it seems to be the main criteria for the success of a film. Everyone (especially blokes) who sees Toy story 3 seems to be in bragging war for how dehydrated it makes them. Mark Kermode's the worst he seems to start filling up the moment the Pearl & Dean music starts. All for having an emotional response to films but in the words of Ray Davis "stop all your sobbing".

... "Wake up champ!"

*blubs*

of UP.
Watched it with my children. All impervious to it. Me....blub blub

Oliver Reed. And an elephant.

Described by IMDb as a comedy, it was written by Dick Clement and Ian La Frenais (of Likely Lads fame).

Gets me every time it's on the box.

"You've...all..been..'show'..kind."

And Railway Children, as Dave says - presents for Cribbo, presents for Jenny (when she appears to be floating) and 'Daddy'

After Walken's shot himself and they're stood around the piano.

reduces me to a blubbering wreck. The sense of absolute desolation in Celia Johnson's character combines with the music and photography to get me every time.

Excuse me a moment, I think I've got something in my eye.

The goodbye scene.

This scene at the end had me choking up, sap though I am. M Night has somewhat dropped the ball since.

But I blubbed at several points in Anvil! The Story of Anvil.
Heartwarming and heartbreaking in equal measure.

The bit where they find out Billy has been accepted to Ballet School, and his Dad goes running up the street to tell his mates from down't pit.

And then the final scene.....

It's a Wonderful Life was always a sure bet to get the waterworks going.

Haven't seen it in a decade, what with my wife having different film tastes and little time for TV/film viewing. Bought it just before Christmas, but just the thought of the opening credits "Please God, something's the matter with Daddy..." gets me going even more now that I've got my own kids and feel the parallels painfully close.

This documentary had my heart in my throat within seconds of starting, and blubbing on several occasions. It also features the most heart-rending twist imaginable.

I'm not a parent, but I think this film would be almost impossible to watch if I were.

I'd just started university in Liverpool, and three weeks into my residency, I'm sat watching "My Girl" with my new colleagues; male and female alike. We're still at the point where we're getting to know each other. It's the honeymoon period, every comment is analysed internally.

I'm sat on the floor, furthest away from the door, lent up against the bed; I've already become emotionally attached to the film more than I want to when this scene comes on:

I slowly got up, tears streaming down my face, and quietly hurried past these relative strangers and out the door. A couple of them came out a few minutes later to check on my welfare. I was eighteen years old and I'd just cried at a children's film, eighteen year olds aren't supposed to do that in front of their friends, let alone people they barely now.

Blub blub blub...

The first few minutes - the Tom Hanks as an old man character in the Normandy graveyards and then the soldiers still on the landing crafts before they get to the beaches (but not the actual scenes once they get on the beach itself).

Maybe it's the knowledge of what's about to happen - maybe it's knowing that my Grandad was on a craft just like it that day and thinking about him - whatever it is, I can't turn the taps off (and I can't not watch it whenever it's on TV either).

*sob*.

When, at the end, a broken De Niro finally appreciates what a complete waste he's made of his life - and other's, and achieves a redemption of sorts. Even if it's just (possibly) in his own head.

Sob.....

with great frequency.

Two examples I watched today - Gladiator (Maximus's dying/floating visions of his own Elysium and reconciliation with his wife and son, with that music); and Bobby (seen for the first time tonight; the scenes of chaos and horror at the assassination overlaid by Robert Kennedy's passionate, visionary eloquence, full of optimism and possibility which we know was cruelly shattered).

The most intensely emotional film for me remains Shadowlands - the moment where Hopkins/Lewis breaks down in the chapel leaves me in pieces. Every time.

A post Batman Michael Keaton film from the early 90's, definately a mawkish, possibly badly done story about a terminally ill man videoing messages for his young children to watch after, you know... I say possibly because all I remember from my single viewing are the great wracking sobs and blubbering, snot filled, spluttering wreck I became. I was a teenager at the time. Now as a father I could not countenance a second viewing.
Come to think of it, the cancer research ad on TV a few years ago (magic mirror, major events, dead significant others,,,) had much the same effect. It was the kid in the new school uniform *cough, sniff, blub*

It's the summer holidays. I'm in bed, watching the Silence In The Library two-parter for the first time since the fabulous series 5 finished, and knock me down with a fucking feather, I'm crying like a child, in two places. When River dies and when the Doctor opens the TARDIS at the end by snapping his fingers.

It's such good writing. Long may you reign, Mr. Moffat. Long may you reign.

Here are a couple of off the wall ones which probably just show how shallow I am rather than sensitive.

Futurama episode where Fry's dog is abandoned outside the Pizzeria for the rest of it's life to the strains of "If I wait Forever".

Uncle Buck where Buck sits alone on at the station while Steve Martin reflects on the inconsistencies of his story.

Oh - and Bagpuss yawning but that is more to do with the passing of Oliver Postgate than the old fat furry catpuss himself.

Planes, trains and automobiles?
Drat - beaten to it.

The film I struggle with is "A League of our Own" when the Geena Davis character visits the Hall of Fame at the end of the film.

I have only seen it once and it upset me that much that I have no wish to see it again (I was about 17, I think). That bloody Michael Elphick, the swine!

Not a movie, but I've never been able to watch all the episodes of Brideshead revisited. I saw the first absolutely wonderful episode ( hm, not sure if it was one extra long first episode or if they ran the first two episodes as one ? ) and next week sat down to watch the next...I cried from start to finish, though nothing really bad happened. But you could see that things were not going to go well for Sebastian, and I just couldn't bear it. So I stopped watching.
Later I bought the book, but could only read it as long as everyone was happy and I could still hope that it would stay that way. So I still don't know what happened to those people, I read the last couple of pages so I know they didn't end up happily ever after, but I don't know the details.
Can anyone here give me a short synopsis that will enlighten me but not reduce me to a puddle of salt water ?

This video the Dixie Chicks did for their version of Patty Griffin's Top Of The World can get me going:

'On Her Majesty's Secret Service'.

Spitfires over the bombed church in Mrs Miniver.

Bernard Miles learns his wife has been killed in In Which We Serve.

David Niven quoting Andrew Marvell in A Matter of Life & Death.

One for fathers of daughters. Go to the National Gallery, see Orphans II from Frederick Cayley Robinson's Acts of Mercy. It's extraordinarily powerful and quite disturbing.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/gallery/2010/jul/25/frederick-cay...

gets me every time sadly. Think it's something to do with taking me back to that time when pop music and getting together with your childhood sweetheart seemed the most important things in the world.

blubbed like a baby when Spock sacrificed himself...and the end bit of Man on Fire with the music, and little Dakota, and..well watch it and see.

When Yves Montand, in talking to his long lost lover's friend, realises that Jean de Florette, who he'd driven to finacial ruin and a premature grave, was his son by Florette.

Sure it's corny and a more than a little maudlin, but I defy even the most flinty-hearted macho man not to suddenly "get something in his eye" while watching this

Shit! Even the band are crying!

when Bruce Dern has to explain to one of his robot helpers (dewey?) how important the mission is and when he was a kid and, sorry, I can't quite finish this

Probably as result of my Pirate / Sea Captain fixation

The eponymous and lonely Mrs Muir joins her Captain when she dies becoming forever young in the process.

I blub at anything. Stupid sentimental old fool that I am.

Au Revoir Les Enfants - the scene when Jean Bonnet is led away by the Germans

Whale Rider - the scene where Pai speaks of her love and respect for her grandfather on stage.

Goodbye Mr Chips - when his wife dies.

Dead Poet's Society - the "oh captain" bit at the end

The Orphanage - although ostensibly a ghost story this film packs an enormous emotional wallop at the end.

And most recently I watched A Little Princes while on holiday with the family. It's based on the book by Frances Hodgson Burnett who also wrote The Secret Garden. My 6 year old daughter asked if we could watch it one evening and it caught us all unawares. It was the first time my daughter, wife and I have cried at something together and it prompted a wonderful conversation with my daughter afterwards which I will always treasure.

"The Lives of others" A Stasi agent spying on a writer and his lovely actress girlfriend for the East German state is so touched by their innocence and love for each other, that he risks his own life to try to save them.

The bit that made me club is right at the end, when the Stasi agent is living as a cleaner in reunified Germany, and buys a book by the writer, only to find it's dedicated to "a good man"...him.

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When the music swells as the chief breaks out...

There are quite a few moments in It's A Wonderful Life that get me - this is the first. When a young George shows old man Gower his mistake...

Paul Whitehouse in Help playing the taxi driver Monty.

but it's the combination of the role-reversal of Jailer and Prisoner, Takeshi's almost-stoic acceptance of his fate and the crumbling of Conti's English facade in those last few minutes.
Despite the fact that Takeshi learnt English phonetically for the role, his delivery always breaks me.
The last line's a killer.

They got me with Whistle Down The Wind and caught me again with its 21st century re-tooling as Pan's Labyrinth.

A Curiosity: the first time I saw Million Dollar Baby I thought it was about her and it had little effect; watching it the second time I realised it was about HIM and was in bits at the end.

The brilliant Anvil film was tough but I felt fantasic afterwards