A couple of really good movies:
Juno, of course, needs no introduction. I saw it on DVD when it first came out, and again on television last week. I didn’t review it at the time; this has been done better elsewhere, for both its positive and negative qualities.
Still, what a delightful film. Happy and sad. Funny and poignant. Just a joy to watch, whatever you might think of the social commentary.
In contrast, you may not have heard of the movie August Rush. I hadn’t until this summer, when a friend mentioned it as he played the soundtrack during a road trip. It concerns an 11-year-old musical prodigy separated from his parents at birth and attempting to reconnect with them through music as they simultaneously try to reconnect with each other.
The first third or so of the movie contains any number of gaping implausibilities necessary to frame the story, but eventually you will stop caring about that in favor of simply wallowing in its unremitting tear-jerkiness. Maybe I’m a sucker for this shit, but I recommend watching it with a fresh box of tissues, not in front of other guys.