If you're a notre dame fan, and Rudy doesn't make you tear up, then something is wrong with you.
There are many things wrong with me. Ask my ex-wife, siblings, friends, KneuteredDoomer, et al. Not crying while watching
Rudy is not one of them. Laughing might be, but I'm not convinced.
My son got me a tape of the movie for Christmas when he was about seven or eight. He'd been listening to my stories about my time at ND, and met some of my classmate-friends. He'd also witnessed and been part of my watching games. To my chagrin, he was inclined to absorb and parrot my language when things weren't going well. He was young but no dummy. He found the tape in the "out to pasture" bin at the local video rental shop and got the two bucks asking price from his mother.
But I digress
One of my ND buds was was at the game while pursuing a master's degree and "Double Domer" status. He swears that more of the crowd was chanting WHO'S HE?" than "RU-DEE." He was probably drunk (or in an "Ndom state of mind") but I'll take his word for it.
I'm not a fan of schmaltz.
I've watched it a few times, but not for Rudy. It's nice to "visit" the campus without driving eight hours. It's also fun to catch cameo appearances by the likes of Ted The Head Hesburgh.