Les Misérables...
Dragged to the cinema earlier this year by the better half, there appeared to be a bawling outbreak of epidemic proportions during the screening of the Movie. I've not seen that many tissues in a cinema since Debbie Does Dallas.
Approaching the end, when Wolverine is about to die, I nearly, very nearly, got caught up in the outbreak, too engrossed in the storyline, and shed a tear.
Then I remembered I'd sat through over 2 and a half hours of this, including Russell Crowe singing, and came to my senses. The only decent sound Crowe makes in the film is the satisfying 'crack' as he hits solid ground near the end.
( The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 14:18, 1 reply)

I think you might be just slightly less of a "pussywhipped boychild"
than this guy.
Your saving grace - Xmen movies are slightly more manly than Sex and the City movies. Slightly.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Wed 7 Aug 2013, 4:49, closed)