I've never cried so hard over a movie. Not Joy Luck Club, not even My Girl. While the movie was just good, the last section of it is so well written I'm still crying. I even knew what was going to happen (damn you Jon Matthews), and I still had to lock down sobbing so I could hear the dialogue, dash to my car so my roomates wouldn't make fun of me, and have a sob session that is still going on.
I'm going to find Monette and cry on him now.
