Bambi's Mother (it relates, I swear....)

So,
I watched Bambi when I was five and didn't cry when his mother got shot.
Old Yeller I observed with stoic detatchment.
Titanic put me to sleep.
I love movies, but it is very hard for me to be moved by "sad" films.(And I mean no disrespect here.)It's just that they are simply not real. I find it hard to care about the imaginary plight of imaginary people to the point that I shed tears for their imaginary hardships.
Yet,
Willard moved me.
I will probably be mocked for this.
I will probably deserve it.
But it is the truth. I never for a moment felt like I was watching a horror movie.(The assumption I had when renting it from Blockbuster.) From the very begining, I felt certian the thing I watched unfold before me was the most sublime of tragedies.
I felt compassion for Willard. My heart ached for his lonliness, his utter helplessness. I watched horrified as his universe collapsed, as all that was good in his life (precious little that there was) withered. I didn't cry when Socretes died because I would not watch the screen.
Perhaps it was Crispins performance.(In a word, brilliant.)
Perhaps it was the atmospere.
Perhaps I was simply caught by surprise.
But Willard will be forever remembered by me as one of the saddest, cruelist, and most moving films I have ever seen.
I loved it.

I'm 50% Irish. The other half is French. I like to get drunk and surrender.