Bloody Spielberg

He did it again. He made me cry. He did it with E.T, he did it with Always, and now he's done it with Saving Private Ryan. The sharp stab of emotion, for me, came when the army car pulls up at the house of the dead soldiers' mother and she, seeing the officer and the priest get out, and understanding why they've come, does this undignified slow collapse/sit down onto the porch. After all that's gone before -- the terrible violence and relentless slaughter -- this is a moment of great humanity. It humanises what was irretrievably brutal and awful, and makes an unbearable human connection. Bloody hell, I'm filling up again, just writing it down.

Sniff.

It actually feels good to cry.