Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.
In an effort of emotional regulation, I avoided watching this movie for a few months. I read the book last year and it was tough (losing your Dad at age 10 and trying desperately to keep his memory alive hits awfully close to home.) Then one Saturday when I was pretending I wasn't a student and had time to watch a movie alone, it was staring at me from the Red Box screen.
Wow. Oh wow, oh wow.
The music. The acting. The cinematography. The tambourine. I think a film should make you really feel something, and hopefully more than just one thing. And it did. You should watch it, and I'll sit here and jealously wish I was seeing it again for the first time. I watched it once alone (a good choice) and again with Landon. (We keep saying "lie number 47" after one of us says something out of the ordinary)
*I sobbed through that whole scene. Sandra Bullock is golden, and if my love for Tom Hanks could grow anymore, it might have. And don't even get me started on Viola Davis. Or Thomas Horn!