Stu rented Brazil on netflix and I wasn't even watching, but when it got to the scene where the guy went to Mrs. Buttle's flat and she started to scream and wail, I was deeply disturbed and started tearing up quietly.

And the end of Requiem for a Dream, I couldn't watch anymore. I just had to weep and keep my eyes closed and hope it would end soon.

Do movies ever affect you like this?