Every time Amy Adams showed up with her sad tearful smile, I became a crying mess on automatic. I don’t blame Evan for going along with the lie. Also, I can’t recall crying as hard as near the end of the “so big/so small” song (oh wait I do recall, last time it was when I was watching that lesbian movie about painting a girl on fire)
it takes a hundred of them for one to get through. What a touching tale about women and changing history. Cynicism is our biggest enemy during turbulent times.