So I'm relatively sure this thread is now deceased, but I might as well share that I re-watched A.I.: Artificial Intelligence (2001) for the first time since it came out on DVD fifteen years ago, and it really held up. While not officially a Kubrick film, it was Kubrick's idea for a film adaptation of a short story, and it was Kubrick's desire for Stephen Spielberg to realize that dream (I'm not sure whether Kubrick was over-committed, stymied by the project, or aware of his own fading health???). As a result, Spielberg tried to channel Kubrick, and the film ends up as an odd mish-mash of two distinct directoral styles that aren't all that compatible. And yet, the ending of the film gets me every time and makes me cry like no other film, book, comic, piece of music, or art ever does. Imperfect as heck, but absolutely stunning all the same.