Curled up under a blanket watching Dead Poets Society tonight. I've only seen it once before, when I was in my 20s. I went with a friend who cried as he watched it, and not at the points that made sense to me to cry. He never said a word about it afterward, and I didn't know him well enough to ask.
I have no idea why he cried. Now that I'm re-watching it, older and wiser, maybe I'll understand something new.