It is five o'clock, nearly six hours since I finished watching Azazel Jacobs' Momma's Man, and I am still on the verge of a major breakdown. About halfway through the movie, tears began streaming down my cheeks, and they continued to do so until the final credits began to roll. At that point, I began shaking uncontrollably. Momma's Man pierced me to my core. It is, without question, the most beautiful expression of a child's love for his parents that I have ever seen, heard, or read. THANK YOU, AZA.

Stay tuned for my Hammer to Nail review. I'm going to cry in a corner now...