Sometimes crying really isn't fun (in a job interview /when something bad happened/ that hyperventilating type of crying when it takes ages to regulate your breathing): but crying at a movie is without a doubt one of my guiltiest pleasures. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (inconsolable), Terms of Endearment (was for some reason expecting a comedy), Green Mile (obvs), Stepmom (every time), One Day (nowhere near as much as the book, but still a fair bit of mascara movement) and just last weekend Love and Other Drugs (again, doubly effective as I had wrongly assumed I was watching some kind of Rom Com) have all had me weeping into my popcorn.
And here's a film which looks like it should come with a "crying guaranteed or your money back" sticker....
I'm already feeling emotional. Now is Good stars Dakota Fanning as a teenager with a terminal illness who decides to fill every last moment of her life with activities like trying drugs and losing her virginity. Enter the quite beautiful (in a cradle-snatchy way) Jeremy Irvine. And - I imagine / fully expect - cue the tears. It's out on the 25th of May (with the brilliant Paddy Considine playing Dakota's dad). I'm off to bulk-buy some tissues.

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