Young Victoria

I am writing about a movie again.
I just saw Young Victoria in theaters. I was really moved by it. It was a love story really, about the relationship between Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, but it was one of the most touching things I've seen in awhile. It was really well done; it was casted well and it was beautifully filmed.
I actually cried in the theater. Granted, it doesn't take much for me to cry while watching a movie; I'm a crier, but this movie made me cry more than usual. It wasn't just the few little tears it was actual, real crying. I felt personally affected by it somehow; more empathetic than sympathetic. The last time I cried like that in a theater I think was when I went to see The Lion the Witch and The Wardrobe. I cried during the scene where they cut Aslan's mane before they killed him. It just seemed so awful to me that they had to humiliate him so cruelly when he was being so noble.
I cried this time because there was one of those little write ups on the screen about what happened after the movie ended. It said that after Prince Albert died Victoria continued to lay out his clothes for him every day until she died in memory of him. I like to think that I don't go for sappy romantic things, and I really don't think that is sappily romantic. I think it's sad and beautiful in a real way, not a fake romantic way.
It was a beautiful movie, and it was sweet. It puts a good feeling in you after you see it, and it puts faith in you somehow. Like I said, I'm easily moved, but this movie moved me more than most.