I wouldn't say it's a 'fantastic' film, because it's not at all, but it's cheesy in every right way, and I cried like a baby, just as I did at the end of Planes, Trains & Automobiles, in 42, and at the end of The Breakfast Club when Judd Nelson ran across that football field and leapt high into the air pumping his fist to Simple Minds' anthemic Don't You (Forget About Me).
Yeah, it's that feeling.
Driving Miss Daisy for 2018.
