old movies that ripped my heart out and spat on it

a place in the sun. it was alright until the last few minutes or so when i absolutely lost it.

the grapes of wrath. i read the book which i could barely get through bc of tears. i thought i could handle it. although if my definition of being able to handle it is “crying into my mom’s shoulder at 12 am” then yeah :)

on the waterfront. this movie just... oof. that’s all i have to say.

dark victory. i KNOWWW this one’s considered kind of cheesy now but g*d bette davis’ performance is the best part of this movie. 

the clock. judy garland? making me cry? yeah. i mean it’s slightly more of a happy tears movie compared to the other ones on this list but it reminded me a lot of how my great-grandparents met, so... that hit close to home.

for me and my gal. again, a bit more of a happy tears movie! the juxtaposition of these really fun, energetic songs with the actual story had me already choked up but then the ending sent me into inelegant blubbering mode when they started reprising the title song

the best years of our lives. no

the apartment. I WANTED TO SEE A COMEDY WITH TWO ACTORS I REALLY LIKE I DIDN’T WANT TO END UP CRYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOVIE 

the ghost and mrs. muir. i am always a sucker for ghost movies that are more sad and this one did the trick a little too well.

a star is born (og 1937 version). again. no. why is fredric march in so many movies that make me feel dead inside?