Nothing beats the satisfaction of a movie if you've actually cried for the "sad" parts. Usually I don't cry, however good the movie is. But something came over me recently and tears just poured out like buckets of salty water. Don't get me wrong. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being sentimental for movies that are, well, sentimental.

This movie was called 'Proof', starring Gwenyth Paltrow, Anthony Hopkins, Jake Gyllenhaal, Hope Davis and Gary Houston.

In Chicago, on the day of her twenty-seventh birthday, Catherine (Gwyneth Paltrow) receives her sister Claire (Hope Davis) from New York for the funeral of their father Robert (Anthony Hopkins), who passed away a couple of days before. Robert was a brilliant mathematician that became bughouse, and Catherine had lived with him for the last five years, inclusive quitting her studies in the faculty, and she is concerned about having inherited his insanity. The mathematician of the University of Chicago, Hal (Jake Gyllenhaal), is making a research in Robert's notebooks, trying to find any brilliant proof that Robert might have produced in one moment of lucidity. When Hal has one nightstand with Catherine, she gives a notebook to him with the development of a unique mathematics theory that Catherine claims that she developed. Hal and Claire do not believe on her, until the truth is disclosed.

It shows reality at its fullest. There's no particular point of the story, but it still is worth watching on a rainy day.