Sean Gilman’s review published on Letterboxd:
Get out while you can still cry.
Holly Hunter cries all through the film, though usually only at certain scheduled times and places. Until the end, when she chooses principle over desire.
Albert Brooks never cries, though his attack of flop sweat is essentially his whole body crying, telling him to escape.
William Hurt, with complete mastery over his body (and empty head), can manufacture tears on command.