I saw it in theaters when I was a kid. My friend Justin and I went to it, but I don't remember why we chose that one. I remember I wanted to sit by the wall and he wanted the isle, so we occupied both ends of a row and a lady sat next to him and pulled out an electric blanket to hold the other seats, and in doing so hit me in the eye. I spent most of the movie feeling like the little balls of cotton were stuck in my eye, and it drove me crazy.
It wasn't emotional for me at all. At least not as it was meant to be. I did get very upset when she didn't share the door, and even more so when she said she'd never let him go as she was pushing him under water and fucking letting him go. I was more literal then than I am now, if that tells you anything.
I've heard there was a sequel, but I thought it was a joke. I'll have to check it out. I have no real opinion on it, because I am not bothered by people making a movie about anything or remaking anything. I don't understand people getting upset over those things. They don't have to watch it.