Ah, ok̮̩̉̉. I thought you really meant that a foreign language movie is always better than an English language movie. Which would be a little bit akward. :P The Gold Rush - The original silent version, not the '42 re-release. And I think I can count this one as one of my favorite movies from the silent era. I couldn't remember much from it, I knew the scenes with the cabin on the edge of the cliff, the scenes where Chaplin transforms in a chicken, and of course dancing with the potatoes was branded in my memory as well. I watched everything with my mouth open, it was brilliant. Great comedy, great drama, great Chaplin. 10/10 United 93 - At first I was a little bit nervous, if this movie would hit me again as it did in cinema. I thought it wouldn't. But for some reason it got to me more. It probably has got to do with being alone in my room or in a cinema with 100s of people. Normally, crying during a movie is not something I share with people, I don't really like it when people specifically mention it. But yesterday, during this movie, something strange happened, that I never experienced before. Normally, when you get emotional during a movie and you whipe away a tear, and it stays with that; nothing too fancy. But after the final shot I just bursted out in tears. It was so strange, everything of that day just flashed trough my head, all the memories I have from it and I was thinking about all that misery and anger and whatnot, and it just poured out of my eyes, I couldn't hold it. Damn.