As weepies go, Breathe is a picture for which one packet of tissues might not be sufficient. A bucket could be more in order.
At any rate, I don’t mind admitting that it was only by biting hard on my pen that I stopped myself audibly blubbing. And I’m pretty sure I wasn’t alone, even in a roomful of hardened movie critics.
You would surely need a heart of stone not to be moved by this beautiful film. In fact, even that might not be enough.