I have, with various associates, been recording instances of profoundly inappropriate weeping at movies as the sentimentality of old age has begun to kick in. Actually, that's rubbish - I have always had buttons that can be pressed with instant results. Usually, it is bravery, courage, fortitude, cussedness that gets me going, but yesterday, still exhausted from my sleepless election night, I watched Hannah Montana - the Movie, and wept from start to finish. To be honest not quite to the finish. I couldn't stomach the end and felt a little deprived. But feisty grandmothers and the bad going good, plus the fact that I'm a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll, made for an uber weep-fest (as i think the modern idiom goes). And it was so darn INNOCENT!
I AM NOT ALONE! Mark kermode on Hannah Montana, here.