The first movie to make me cry

I lie to people about the Lion King being the only movie to ever make me cry to have them believe I harbor empathy like any other Human being. My masquerade of normality has the traits that of a serial killer, desperate to be caught by someone of equal intellect. I give hints, but nobody ever picks up on it. Or maybe they do, and I'm just too stupid to realize. Unlikely.
I watched a movie today called Tsunami, it's a Korean natural disaster flick with it's typical romantic comedic input. I had high expectation for the film, and I was very happy that my expectation were met, everything from special effects to the acting. I did not expect that this film would become the first film to cause me to lose my composure, and weep tears of empathy. I watched numerous Korean films, and although many have had me stifling emotions forcing themselves to the surface, none of them succeeded in breaking my cold gaze. Tsunami left my head tilt sideways with my mouth hung ajar as the plot progressed. Never have so many feelings be conjured by a cinematic masterpiece, not even the Pianist. The movie made me laugh, teased my romance receptors, had me lusting over its sexy actresses, awed me with the cast's brilliant performances, a true experience watching it--even if it was just from my laptop. It kept hitting me with tragedies, but you can't weaken a Man by appealing to his inclination. So after successfully stifling the countless heartaches, I finally failed to do so during the final scene with the little girl and her father. It was momentary, but passionate tears. I don't know why that scene made me cry, and not the other ones which were more relevant to my case. I must admit, if the cast were ugly, I might have not given it the same reaction. The Koreans really know how to make people mourn for pretty faces.
I doubt I'd be so generous with my compassion to another movie for a very, very long time. This one was something special.

Also I finally got around to watching Mr. Brooks. Every fine slasher film would leave me lusting, wishing to be the antagonist, the last film to do this was American Psycho. That was ten years ago, and although this movie wasn't good enough to rival the cult classic, it certainly made me wish I possessed disorders Mr. Brooks suffered from. Not often do I get the satisfaction of enjoying watching people kill people in a artistic manner, this film satisfied.
Something about successful businessmen in clean suits butchering others with precision, and style.
...sexy.