Netflixers, if you've not seen it, add it to your queue*. Non-'flixers, rent it at your local video store. It is never manipulative, never maudlin. I did get weepy** (but then, when don't I?), but I also laughed long and loud. A kick ass story, beautifully told.
*little known fact: until I was (embarassingly) too old to do so, I pronounced this something like "kweh-wee." Cut me some slack, though. No one calls it a 'queue' at the Wisconsin State Fair. You're standing in line for your freakin' cream puffs, blast it. Not ON line, mind you: IN line.
**SPOILERS if you care to be warned. What made me weep? Bob's dad after the US/Canada game at Athens killed me. I loved Bob. Then, the soldiers (Iraq war casualties) at Walter Reed hospital: they're babies, dammit!!!