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i cannot remember the last time a cried while watching a movie but some combination of the mariachi music, the banana trees, the california sunshine and the gigantic smiles of old mexican men made me cry for an hour and a half straight. if you have not seen The Garden and have any tolerance for documentaries which many of my friends do not forcing me to sit and watch and cry to them secretly in my room you should def watch it.