Tearjerkers to Go

I had an epiphany recently as I watched the movie Life Is Beautiful: certain DVDs ought to carry a warning that they're unsuitable for consumption in public. There I was, viewing the Oscar winner on a portable DVD player and sobbing like a freshly minted Mafia widow. The last time I cried so hard at a movie was as a kid when Old Yeller bought it at the end. Only this time, instead of containing my grief by burying my head in a bucket of popcorn in a darkened movie theater, I was bawling on a 7:30 a.m. train to Manhattan....