Movies That Don't make Me Cry

Really, this is too long of a list to actually assemble. Tonight, we will speak of a single movie that did not wrench a single sob from my huddled form.
I speak only of that masterpiece of modern cinema, Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith.
The strongest emotion it evoked in me was a hearty laugh. (Note: spoilers are submerged just below the surface ahead. Tread warefully.) I might even say that what escaped from my throat when the newly minted Darth Vader stepped to the fore and, staggered by the loss of his beloved, bellowed "Nooooooo!" was more of a guffaw.
It was full throated, and filled with a genuine pleasure. I retract my earlier statement that "Wes Anderson has an excellent grasp of comic tragedy," and instead bestow the honor of tragicomedic expertise on George Lucas.
Now, to be fair, I can say that I do think this is the best of the pre-trilogy, but I must also give the caveat that it couldn't help but be so, could it? If anything, it suffered from the same disease that its predecessor did, which is (of course) the utter lack of believability in the romance between Padme and Anakin. This is curiously both more and less critical, for it supposedly provides the impetus for Anakin's turn, which is unbelievable, while also being somewhat irrelevant when confronted with the spectacle of Anakin's turning.
Ah, whatever.
G'night.