I saw Return of the King, and I cried from about when Sam cried when Frodo left him. And I kept crying intermittently until the end. And I cried in the car home.
I have never seen a movie that made me cry that much without making me incredibly depressed (this rules out How Green Was My Valley). Mum didn’t like it, though, That’s because she’s read the books and is therefore a purist. How sad. She didn’t get to cry.
That’s not the reason for my fantastic mood, though. The reason for my mood is that everything is wonderful. I have a God, and I have beautiful friends, and I feel happy. I like being happy. Hooray!