Moviegoers don't get many chances to cry together in public these days. The local picture house is a place for belly laughs and slasher screams; for a cathartic sob one must go to TV for a Movie of the Week or a late show. Once in a while, though, a film will buck the glut of exploitation movies and attract any viewer who still carries a hankie. Critic Raymond Durgnat called them "male weepies": films to make a grown man, or a baby mogul, cry. They describe a heroic life struggle that may end in defeat or death but never in...
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