Lace and Lachrymosity

Who'd have thought a spinsterly group of 18th century women could affect my lachrymal glands so? I mean, we're not talking mere weeping, folks. No, this is a full-on mucous extravaganza. Something about this movie simply sweeps me away, no matter how many times I've seen it (which is, maybe.. 20 times). Each time it has the same effect. I've never seen such a successful investment in a final scene - it makes me cry like a baby.

But don't tell the drywall guys.