I remember reluctantly seeing The Notebook after hearing much hype from both male and female friends alike, and thinking to myself, “not me, I won’t be manipulated by this sap-fest. You can’t work me over emotionally, Nicolas Sparks.” As it turns out, pride comes before the bawling. James Garner’s tortured, heart-wrenching performance, the ageless love story he weaves for the old woman in the nursing home, and his underlying motivations for doing so all culminate into a film that absolutely crushed me. Fair play to you, makers of The Notebook, you win this round. Now hand me the damn tissues.