DISCLAIMER: This is not a series dedicated to proving men shouldn't cry, or to suggest ONLY women cry and are therefore inferior. The goal of this series is to dispel the pre-established (yet flawed) notion that being "manly" and being disconnected from your emotions go hand-in-hand. Even the most macho of men enjoy and even shed a tear at films, and the sooner we can admit that the sooner the concept that one sex is better than the other can go away. While the approach to these articles is one of light-hearted comedy, the emotional core is valid. While men might be more hesitant to admit it, movies often times have the potential to make us cry, for example:
The definition of this list is more important than usual because the definition of a "cult" movie is fluid depending on who you're speaking to. Some define it as a movie that did terribly at the box office, but then gained a second life on home video. Others define it as a movie that's defended to the death by a fiercely loyal group, despite many flaws they choose to overlook. Still others define it as movies that are so stuck up their own ass that only film study majors can even stomach them, like that one guy who claims he likes eating lemons because it "cleanses his palate." For today's purposes we're going to take a little from all those definitions, while as always showcasing films that are manly yet emotional. A fair warning: cult movies that would feel at home at a Troma festival are not being considered.
Sure, it's Christopher "Bat-Tank" Nolan's first big film but the non-linear plot, mix of color and black-and-white filming, and modest budget keeps it in the cult category in my eyes. Guy "Mandarin" Pierce is a man with no ability to form new memories, yet is trying to track down his wife's killer. His body a roadmap of tattoos to help him make progress, his surroundings blanketed with sticky notes and polaroid reminders. To simulate the memory problems that Guy deals with, the plot is doled out in reverse, so the audience is unable to know what came before. Brilliant to be sure, and hard boiled as anything.
The sad part is (spoiler) the reveal that Guy was the one who killed his wife. This is split into two heart-wrenching parts: the first when Guy is told a story about another memory patient who repeatedly gave his wife insulin until she died, and the second part is when Guy learns that was HIS wife. Personally, I find the idea of lovingly administering medication to your wife over and over again, not knowing that you are killing her, is a serious blow to the feels.