It’s award season, and that means we’re in for a good old fashioned cry. Maybe it’s because its winter, and most of us are teetering on tears already, but I love a healthy bit of waterworks at the cinema this time of year. For this cold-hearted monster, it’s the greatest compliment I can give a film, and I’m always grateful to get my weeping done in a nice dark room rather than the self-checkout at Morrisons.. again.
This year’s tearjerker…