Darn, I am such a weirdo.
But a movie that really made me cry was an italian movie, the good life or something like that. A true story about a jewish father and his little son in a nazi prisoner camp and how he uses all his strenght to the very end of his life to protects his son from the awful truth, making him think its a game, if he just keeps away from the soliders, don't cry, don't complain about being hungry, they'll win and get a price. people don't die, they go home because they are out of the game, they don't make soap out of jews, people just say stuff like that to make you give up and go home.. I'm not explaining it well but I cried buckets and rivers at the end.
There was no need to show piles of dead bodies here, we all know what happend in these camps. We know they made lamp shades from the skin and pillows from the hair.. We know what the father is hiding from his son to keep him alive and to keep his spirit up. It was so beautiful and so sad..