See which cake-loving whippersnappers we corralled for this list, a celebration of the filmic fat kid
The film is an elegy for Chris, and so it became an elegy for the youthfulness and beauty of River Phoenix himself.
Reiner and company seem to be giving permission to the men in the audience to succumb to the lumps in their throats.
Society says that real men don’t eat quiche, and they don’t cry.