I finally caught Blue Valentine over the weekend. It's not a love story, and it was as heart-wrenching as everyone said it would be. I even bawled so much that I got a nose bleed. True story.
At least Guy M found my blood stained sobs adorable, rather than horrifying. But don't let that put you off watching one of the better (or at least one of the saddest) films to come out of Hollywood in a while.
If I may propose the most bearable way of watching this film: screen Blue Valentine on DVD, touch up the eyeliner and then go out to see this (featuring everyone's new Clooney):