Shawshank Redemption
What a pile of crap. Just to save you watching it:

Banker goes to prison. Wails "I'm innocent!!". Someone call the waaaambulance, there's no smoke without fire.

Gets bummed, doesn't put up much of a fight. Clearly secretly enjoys it.

Meets wise old cliche off Robin Hood, teaches some other nonces their GSCEs, escapes through a hole, goes to Mexico, the end.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:53, 4 replies)

Thanks, Mel
My Dad died two years ago almost exactly. When I read an earlier post about someone's Dad laughing at "The Princess Bride", I immediately thought of "Blazing Saddles".

My Dad and I didn't exactly have the same taste in films (I couldn't picture him enjoying "This Is Spinal Tap" or "Etre Et Avoir"), but when I was a teenager, we ended up watching this funny cowboy film.

The memory of the tears running down his face to the campfire farting scene is one that has just made me smile as I remember him.

Thanks, Mel.
(Steve The Monkey, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:52, 2 replies)

In the South
I've recently moved to the Deep South, Bible belt, USA. I've been told by folk I meet that I should go to church, not 'cuss' (they talk about the 'D' word, and the 'c' word - not douche and cunt, but 'dang' and 'crap'), not speak to black people (seriously - the woman at the visitor centre told me this - they are dangerous apparently), not to drink, not to associate with faggots - the list could go on - the media protrayal of the deep south is scarily accurate. Our local paper had an article about lynching on the front page on sunday.

But all the time anyone is speaking to me I'm thinking of Deliverance. and Forrest Gump. Because that's how they talk here.

So can anyone recommend a film about the Deep south in which the southerners are not pig-fucking, sister-loving, nigger-hating, bigoted crapbags? or give me a job back in the UK?
( ascorbate, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:52, 7 replies)

If it bleeds, we can kill it.
I'm thankful to this particular QOTW for allowing me to express my unashamedly enthusiastic love for a film that I've been completely obsessed with since I saw it 15 years ago. Here's 8 reasons why I love Predator.

1) The alien.

Pretty obvious this but you just look at it! It's got dreadlocks for Christ's sake. Like some sort of future ragga overlord.

It also has stealth camoflague, huge retractable blades, in built first aid kid, infrared vision, a shoulder mounted plasma cannon and a mini nuclear self destruct system as standard. It even has an audio sampler!!! Most importantly though it has mandibles. Proper realistic looking, non-CGI mandibles that spread out when he does his shit-scary war-cry type thing. It is a beast, the sortof being you have proper nightmares about.

2) Arnie.

Looking at the Predator's impressive stats they could easily have built a decent film around the alien itself with the other actors being pretty much superflous. But instead we have Arnold Schwarzenegger. The very fact that a proper mentalist like Arnie only barely survives and ends up looking like dog-chewed rag doll just goes to show how double-hard the Predator is. Pure genius.

3) Old painless.

Best gun ever. There's a scene in the film which is basically this gun leveling an entire section of forest. This is both awesome and an environmentalist's nightmare.

4) The gore.

I was 6 when I first watched the telly-friendly cut version of Predator. I recorded it off the television and watched it so much that the tape wore out. For my 7th birthday my Mum bought me Predator 1 and 2 on video not realising they were uncut. When I first saw the skinned soldiers I pretty much shat myself and by the time Dillons arm had been blown off I was in pre-teen gore heaven. Obviously this looks abit tame these days but back then it was the coolest, sickest thing ever and way better than any proper horror films.

5) The one liners.

Every line in this whole film makes me grin. It is perfect. No wasted dialog, no pointless drama. Every word is uttered at first to make the commandos seem like the most incredible bunch of double-hard bastards and then to make the Predator seem twice as hard as them. Almost every sentence in the script could be used as a tagline and that's the way action cinema should work.

6) The gunfight.

Near the start of the film the commandos pretty much start (and finish) what could only be described as a small war. Buildings blow up, a helicopter blows up, men run around on fire, Arnie impales some guy against a wall, bad guys go flying over cliffs. It's basically the best thing ever.

7) The wide angle shot firework display.

If I was told I could only ever watch another minute of film before I had to die, this would be it. The most beautiful, awe-inspiring piece of cinema ever made. Mid way through Predator and Arnie's showdown, the Predator goes apeshit and stands on a log-bridge firing his plasma cannon all over the place inadvertently putting on the best firework display on earth. Everytime I watch this my jaw hits the floor even after all these years.

8) Everything else... the arm wrestle, the pussy jokes, the scorpion, Mac's psychological breakdown, Arnie's war-cry, the music... just everything.

So that's my well balanced critique of Predator. It's a shame that they ruined the franchise by combining it with the Alien in the modern shit-fests but the original film will always be untouchable as the ultimate action/scifi/horror film of all time ever.
(Mr Eraserhead Why aren't you a lemon?, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:52, 9 replies)

Space is the Place
Anybody else seen this film? It was made in the 70s by a jazz pianist called Sun Ra, who though he was some sort of alien angel prophet from Saturn. This is him: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SsBtfuSDxw
The film is a perfect mix of blaxploitation, sci-fi and space muzak. At the beginning of the film, he decides that he needs to transport black people off planet earth where they can prosper without whitey holding them down. But he's going to transport them through free jazz. And he's also having a battle with some sort of other alien God type chap, he blows up a nightclub in the 40s by playing crazy piano, and then plays cards in the desert, and then lands in the 70s and all sorts of shennanigans happen. He ends up getting kidnapped by some evil white guys from NASA, who tie him to a chair and force him to listen to marching music.But he's rescued by the urban youth, who make sure he arrives at his space concert just in time, and throw themselves infront of him when the NASA guys try to shoot him. Then he ressurrects them and sends them to his glasses shaped spaceship, and they fly off and the world explodes.

Best shit I've ever seen.
(Lajestic vantrashell of Lob, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:51, 1 reply)

My fav film
is this

www.britishpornstarmovies.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/lolly-badcock-only-fools-and-arses.jpg

Did'nt like the Uncle Albert scence though.....
(djgalaxe, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:51, Reply)

PJM's wierd and wonderful list
Wings of Desire - 1987 (Germany)

I saw this a couple of years ago and was utterly blown away. Set and filmed at the tail end of Cold War, it tells the story about a group of angels overseeing a divided city struggling to come to terms with it's past. Each of the angels offers silent comfort to the sad and damaged souls of the city as you hear their innermost thoughts. However, one angel falls in love with a mortal and sets about embracing his own mortality as he falls from heaven to Earth - a plot which is as old as Greek mythology itself.

What sets it apart though was the casting of the two main angel characters by two actors who were close friends. Their warmth and chemistry is evident as they discuss the bleak, black and white city around them. Then there's Peter Falk's character who plays Peter Falk... Who just happens to be able to see the angels and converses at length with Bruno Ganz's character. It's also worth noting that the female actress in the circus scene had never done a trapeze until eight weeks before filming and her routine was self taught.

Beat that Nick Cage and Meg Ryan.

A Matter of Life and Death - 1946 (GB/USA)

Filmed in the aftermath of WW2 and starring the effortlessly suave David Niven. The plot involved Niven's character flying an ailing bomber home from a mission over Nazi Germany knowing that he's no way of surviving a crash landing. An American female air traffic controller offers him words of stoical comfort during his final minutes until the plane ditches in the English Channel. However, Niven is surprised to be washed ashore without a scratch and seeks out - and eventually falls in love with - the American WAAC he spoke with over the radio.

Meanwhile, the powers that be in heaven aren't pleased and summon Niven to trial for his life, stating that he should have died in the crash.

The film itself is beautifully directed, with the heaven scenes filmed in black and white - aped much later by Wings Of Desire. it bravely deals with the evident cracks in Anglo-American relations during the immediate post war period without flinching, yet focuses on eventual reconciliation.

Donnie Darko - 2000 (USA)

An independent film part financed and produced by it's co-star Drew Barrymore, Donnie Darko bombed upon cinema release. However, when it eventually became available on DVD it quickly garnered a cult following.

You're all aware of the plot by now, but I'm briefly explain that teenage Donnie is woken in the middle of the night by a man dressed as a six foot ghoulish bunny who summons him to follow him to a nearby golf course. The very next morning, Donnie returns home to find that a jet engine has fallen from the sky and landed on the family home, right on top of what was Donnie's own bedroom. To further confuse the plot, no-one has any idea where the engine came from or why Donnie escaped death.

Well worth watching the directors cut if you don't want to have to sit through the film a dozen times before you make sense of the plot. The plotline is backed up by solid performances all round and enough comic relief to keep you smiling without diluting the appeal of the film.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:50, 2 replies)

Zulu,
Spartacus,
Bridge over the river kwai,
The great escape,
Barry lyndon,
Paths of glory,
Rocky,
Galipoli
:)
(Freddles, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:48, Reply)

This film has everything
Tension, action, believable characters, cliff hanger-ending
What more do you want?
(Newton Crosby, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:47, Reply)

this qotw is dull as fuck
just like the film 'Closer' with the amazing Jude 'I've got more wood than Ron Jeremy' Law.

In fact the other chap in it "whatshisface - in Sin City is also pretty dire.

Possibly the two most wooden leads in a film ever?
(Pat_Gash, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:47, 7 replies)

Prince Caspian and the glorification of knife crime
I've just emerged blinking from the darkness having spent the afternoon watching the new Narnia film.

It was a good movie. Worth seeing. I'm concerned, however, about the wanton use of knives - every one of those children was carrying a concealed blade. It was as if they'd stepped out of a wardrobe and into Brixton.

Next time you see a chav kid with a weapon and a massive talking lion, blame the depravity that is being shown to our youngsters as PG-rated. Will no one think of the children?
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:47, 3 replies)

Film or something I am trying to remember - a bit o/t
I'm trying to remember a film or tv drama I saw when I was very young..I remember it scared me..one scene in it was somewhat disturbing..

this is all I can remember...anyone know what it is.

the scene

it's a dark and blustery night on a rocky beach, rocks and boulders everywhere...seems very windy and stormy..there is a man or something standing there...looks like he's dressed in rags...his head is hooded or in shadow so I can't see it (i think)...he's holding his arms out wide in a welcoming motion, but it doesn't feel very welcoming.

this is all I remember...been trying to figure it out for a long time...but can't think of anything that it could be...any ideas?

this would have been around 1984-1985.
(scotsbloke, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:47, 4 replies)

Not quite IMDB
Rather than just whack off to IMDB all day, I though better to suggest some films that aren't in the typical top film lists.

Wild Zero - Japanese Comedy Horror Where the power of rock is essential in killing off Zombies.

Django - Ace Spanish Western where the lead drags a coffin of his 'best friend' around with him while kicking ass.

Iron Monkey - Kung fu with every fighting move the Matrix, Kill Bill and Ang Lee ever stole.

If - Pre A Clockwork Orange Malcolm McDowell takes down an English Public School.
(Big_Sven, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:40, 5 replies)

The Princess Bride
Last Hogmanay my wee sister and I decided to stay in and get a crappy film to watch whilst getting hammered and bitching about other people having fun. So I googled top comedies, just to see what would come up. This film, The Princess Bride kept on appearing. Every list I looked at. Now, sis and I had never heard of the film, so we thought 'why not?'. Went to the local video shop, and they didn't have it, so we rented some awful Adam Sandler vehicle, which we didn't even sit all the way through it was so dire.

Anyway, a few days later, I happened to notice that The Princess Bride was on channel 5, so I flicked channels, found it, and the whole family watched it.

I have never seen my father in tears of laughter like that before, my boyfriend (whose english is limited) was actually rolling around on the floor, my siblings and I were in pain from laughing. It was great.

So that is my current favourite film - sorry to all of you who saw it when it first came out, but I'm merely an embryo.
( ascorbate, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:39, 2 replies)

Porn greats
Often overlooked, unfortunately. Such hallowed titles as:

Sex in the Shitty
Shaving Ryans Privates
Assablanca
Bi-Curious George
Crouching Penis, Hidden Vagina
Das Booty
Enema of the state

Any others I've left off?
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:37, 8 replies)

Like So Many Other People.
I was five years old when Star Wars first came out. I know I have earlier memories - isolated snapshots of school, of holidays, of little moments in time. But it's odd to realise that some of my earliest coherent memories are of a cultural event which ushered in a new era of marketing to children just like I was then.
I can remember standing in the queue which stretched around the cinema and down the street, people standing in Star Wars t-shirts, advertising a film which they could not possibly have seen yet - and I remember wanting one myself. I remember my mother distracting a group of fractious, excited children by getting us to go and count how many people were in the queue. I remember my plastic container of bright orange, tartrazine-laden Kia-ora. I remember my heart in my mouth as the Star Destroyer rumbled across the top of the screen. I remember, at the moment when Darth Vader first made his entrance, knowing exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up.
And I remember believing.
I didn't see blue lines around spaceships, stormtroopers hitting their heads, and Alec Guinness waving round a stick. I saw aliens and faraway worlds and robots and adventure amongst the stars. I saw just exactly what George Lucas wanted me to see. I saw bravery and honesty and excitement. I cheered with everyone else when the Millennium Falcon returned at just the right moment.
I remember owning an inordinate amount of Star Wars tat. My prized Darth Vader and R2-D2 action figures were the envy of my five-year-old classmates. I remember how my classmates and I would boast about how many times we'd seen the film. I remember Star Wars lollies on a hot summer day in Park Road playground.
I was reminded of all of this by watching the DVD on the big screen in HMV on Saturday. For all that time and cynicism have overtaken me, for all that I now find suspension of disbelief impossible and I expect a knowing, post-modern wink to the audience from my media, there was something oddly comforting about watching a film I probably haven't seen in a decade or more. There's a part of my childhood there - a big part, from a time when I didn't have to worry about getting paid next week. It's an escape to a time when I could just sit and believe, wide-eyed, because everything was going to be all right.

I know that when I'm eighty and my cloned cyber-grandkids think I'm a drooling old imbecile fit only to be rendered into cat food and glue, something of this will remain. Because I remember. Because the force will be with me, always.

And I remember Han Solo shooting first. So there.
(davywavy, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:36, 1 reply)

Jeepers! How many pages do you want?
Foreign:
Captaines de Abril
The Man Who Copied
Turtles Can Fly
Crouching Tiger/Hidden Dragon
Jean de Florette

Lost classics:
Something to Sing About
All About Eve
Best Years of Our Lives
Three Faces of Eve
Metropolis

Stupid People movies:
Dumb and Dumber
Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure
Cheech and Chong's Next Movie

Animated:
Balto
Titan AE
Shrek
Toy Story
Bug's Life

Sports:
Rocky I and II
Slap Shot
Major League

Drama:
Good Will Hunting

Oh, sod it, it would be easier to list the films I hated.
( setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:35, Reply)

Napoleon Dynamite
because he has skills.
( Lord & Lady Pants, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:34, Reply)

Top Gun
end of QOTW.
(TheHorseWithSteelFrame Self-referencing comment in the third person, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:31, Reply)

My current favorite is
Tigerland

Great film about new draftees going through boot camp to prepare for being shipped to Vietnam.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:30, Reply)

Conan The Barbarian is the greatest film of all time because…
Conan The Barbarian is the greatest film of all time because…

The film opens in a winter scene in what we’re assuming is a Sumerian village in the deep, deep BC’s. The scene is idyllic; Young Conan helps his mother do laundry or something while his seriously badass Dad breaks things. You can tell he is badass because of his badass beard. It’s badass and he is wearing furs.

However, interspersed with this idyllic scene is the onset of an advancing horde whose intention is clear; rape, pillage, plunder. Once Conan’s Dad realises this, he does the only thing a proper badass should do; he grabs his sword and starts slaying horde members as well as their horses. Eventually he is mowed down as the village burns, all of the adults slain and the children taken as slaves.

Before this, however, Conan’s seriously hot Mother grabs a sword and attempts to protect Conan from James Earl Jones, heretofore known as Falsa Doom. Even though she is both severely hot and badass, Falso Doom decapitates her whilst Conan watches. There’s even a slo-mo of his Mothers decapitated head falling as Conan watches and her hand slides from his. It’s completely awesome.

We cut to the children being marched across the steppes or plains or whatever until they reach a mill of sorts. It’s wicked windy and the thing could probably be run by wind power but this is not important as what follows next can only be described as completely awesome. The children are tied to the mill and ordered to turn it by a 6ft 6” version of Gimley from LOTR and a time lapse sequence of probably 5-7 years occurs as Conan gets fucking huge. Arnie had just won his millionth Mr. Universe competition and was freakishly large.

As Conan reaches the pinnacle of his hugeness, Giant Gimley cuts his bonds and takes him out on the prehistoric ultimate fighting circuit. At first, Conan is timid and he takes a whuppin’ but realising taking a whuppin’ means getting dead, he gets his arse in gear and puts a kimura on a dude so bad, he smashes his fucking arm off. It is, quite frankly, completely awesome.

Giant Gimley starts to really dig Conan and treats him like a son insofar as he would send his own son out to fight to the death whilst he eats chicken. Eventually though, he gets him Ninja lessons and Conan becomes a serious badass with a sword just like his Father. Giant Gimleys affection is finally confirmed however over desert BBQ one evening when Giant Gimley asks all present, “What is best in life?”

Various badasses come up with nonsense about eagles soaring over plains and fine wine and such but Giant Gimley is having none of it so he asks Conan.

And in an Oscar worthy performance, Conan says (correctly), “Crush your enemies. See them driven before you and hear the lamentations of their women” in a near flawless Sumerian (Austrian) accent.

The next morning, Giant Gimley sets Conan free. Well, free insofar as his chains are cut but he is still bound in them and he’s being chased by murderous looking dogs. He jumps into a cave and discovers the throne of Krom. Cue flashback – Conans Father explaining to him ‘The Riddle Of Steel’ and how Krom is his God. It’s total gibberish but it doesn’t matter. Conan cuts his binds with Kroms sword and heads off into his new life.

Along the way, he meets a tiny oriental looking fellow who trains him in the art of thievery and survival and such. They get mashed drunk, have a grand old time and whilst pissing himself laughing at a dude fucking a camel, Conan knocks the camel out with one punch. It’s awesome.

Meanwhile, more and more pilgrims are arriving in the town in which they find themselves. They have come to worship Conan’s nemesis; Falsa Doom. Falsa Doom has a giant snake protecting a diamond the size of a basketball to which he sacrifices willing virgins in his temple. Conan and his mate decide to steal it.

As they are climbing into Falsa Dooms castle, they discover a hot badass blonde chick with a sword with a similar plan. Rather than neutralise each other, they collaborate. They pull the heist off but not without some glitches. Conan has to kill the giant snake and yer wan has to pretend to be a virgin. The giant snake is about the thickness of Arnold Schwarzenegger’s torso and 50 feet long or so. For a film made in 1980 something, the animatronics are not rubbish. They are however, no match for Conan.

So the three of them set about having a jolly old time on their winnings as they cross the country in pursuit of more and more jolly old times but Conan’s thirst for revenge appears unsated as his path seems to be leading him once again to Falsa Doom.

Having made camp on the coast nearby with his two allies, they befriend a wizard played brilliantly by the Japanese actor; Mako’ (he was in Tora! Tora! Tora! You know!).

Conan then infiltrates the pilgrims in order to see Falsa Doom speak but he is spotted by one of Falsa’s henchmen and taken captive. After some torturing and lecturing in a shoddy attempt at a wholly unnecessary plot twist, they crucify him. For several days, Conan hangs on ‘The Tree Of Woe’ (for that is its name) whilst vultures attempt to gnaw at his flesh. Conan battles even then, biting vultures and sucking their blood when they rest on his shoulder.

Eventually, his little oriental bud arrives and rescues him. The wizard attempts to heal him but Conan must first do battle with the spirits. They tether his body to the ground and paint him with cuneiform lettering. As the spirits arrive to take him to death, blonde chick tries to fight them off and unwittingly saves him by promising her own life for his in a fit of devotion.

When Conan awakes, he is resolved to take on Falsa Doom once and for all. You can probably guess the rest.

Now, whilst most of this summary has detailed the plot, there is much more yet to speak of. Conan’s screenplay was written by Oliver Stone and John Milius had a hand in both its direction and production. Conan The Barbarian stood alone as a comic book/graphic novel long before the film and is thus one of the first ever ‘comic book movies’ thus trailblazing a now promulgated genre.

It is beautifully shot, the costumes, swordplay and acting is excellent. James Earl Jones is a thoroughly convincing bad guy despite an utterly appalling hairdo. His bloodless expression and his eyes were piercing pools of blue in his youth - utterly hypnotic. Not to mention, THAT voice! If you look up the pics from the film, you will also notice his two henchmen look like Lemmy (of Motorhead) and Bruce Dickinson (of Iron Maiden). (It’s not them though – shame).

So, see this film and do not judge it as an Arnie flick – it is so much more and Arnie, pre-superstardom is brilliant in it.

Apologies for my use of Merkin-style phraseology like ‘badass’ and ‘awesome!!!’ but these words are completely accurate in this case.

Other bonuses include a smashing set of boobies or two.

Admittedly, this film is not for girls.

rafter!
baz

EDIT: Conan The Destroyer is shit as is Red Sonia. They sully the masterpiece that is 'Barbarian'.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:30, 6 replies)

The Apartment, Kung Fu Hustle, Star Wars, Local Hero, Breaking Away, Singin in the Rain
I don't know what strings these together. A lot of them are the story of nobodies becoming somebodies. Which as a nobody I guess gives me hope.
Star Wars might seem like a cliche but I was 8 years old and my father had just had an operation for stomach cancer and unbeknownst to me had been given a year to live, even if the operation was successful. My mother, who was dehydrated from the crying in secret she had been doing, was sick of me hanging around the house and told me to go see this movie, which she had heard was good.
In fact, it was great. And as it turned out my dad lived for another 20 years.
(TommyShanks, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:28, Reply)

Amazon Women on the Moon.
Amazing spoof film, that when I first watched it, made me laugh so much, I did a little pee pee in my boxer shorts.

Also, Saving Private Ryan, (watched in twice this week) especially the bit where he takes the German Gunner out on the beach turret.

Bang - Take that you fucking Nazi Cunt

The Italian Job (Original) - Fucking super movie, Caine at his best.

Quadrophenia - Factually a load of fucking shite, but great acting and boss soundtrack.

And loads of Pron - Pron is cool, some of my more memorable watches where :

Piss and Champagne
Non Stop Spunker
Black Arsed Fuckers.
(hoogie Original Cunt Horse Author, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:27, 2 replies)

Monsieur Hulot's Holiday ...
... is, for me, the perfect film. There isn't a superfluous frame, and it has innocence, charm and simplicity matching a wonderfully insightful view of humanity.

However, I sometimes think I like "Mon Oncle" even more, because of its themes of the individual against the collective and the personal against the faceless. And a final, transcending moment which turns bitterness into love.

They're both by Jacques Tati, by the way.
(ubergeekian, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:25, 2 replies)

John Carpenter's
The Thing. It's awesome in all meanings of the word. Alien parasite, an icy place, paranoid flame-thrower weilding men. It is win! Who's with me?!
(MunchMyBalloons, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:25, 3 replies)

just a quick one
Vanishing Point

A wonderful 70's classic that has Dodge Challengers, a crazy blind DJ, nakedness, drugs, mad car chases and an ending to make you go huh?
(Halfy By light alone, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:22, Reply)

Big Lebowski,
The Dude Abides.

(if you haven't seen this film - you must. Most quotable film of all time, bar none).
( I_Was_Mordred, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:21, Reply)

It's a Wonderful Life
Jimmy Stewart in the bestest heartwarming tale ever. I've haven't met anyone yet who disliked it.
It's pretty much guaranteed to make you cry.
(Tirtingsquirtle, Thu 17 Jul 2008, 16:19, Reply)