I'm a sucker for movies on a plane. Even mediocre flicks hook me when I'm mid-flight. I even shed a tear during Kevin Costner's Draft Day.
Having already been underwhelmed by the new Ghostbusters and pleasantly surprised by the new Barbershop, I decided to try a documentary. There was one called Gleason which I just assumed was about Jackie Gleason. I decided to give it a go.
This movie was not about Jackie Gleason but former NFL player Steve Gleason who was diagnosed with ALS at the age of 34. I was completely drawn into Steve's world where I clinged to every syllable and openly wept like a baby several times.