I don't know that I can actually wholeheartedly endorse this film to just everyone, though. It held a number of bizarre elements, exactly of the sort that some people I know would just be confused by and miss the underlying wonder of the tale; I'm not sure if everyone would be hit in the same way as me. That I wasn't the only one crying strikes me as significant (because I was with people who normally don't cry at movies, whereas I am given to crying at card tricks), but I also heard commentary from folks leaving who didn't care for it (or discussing whether or not the giant was actually a real person or not), whilst I was actually sobbing, not just dabbing discretely at a few misty tears. Of course, as I said, I don't know if I was crying just because the story touched me, or because I also realized I may never be able to write something that wonderful in my entire life.
I suppose I need to read the book now.