Bob Peak for Cosmopolitan, 1958-1964
Ralph Fiennes's breakdown in the Pope's bedroom in Conclave is one of my favourite parts of the movie. Here's this man, a priest with doubts, who's lost his friend probably something akin to a mentor or leader or father, and he isn't given a second to mourn him, which is anathema to the whole religion he dedicated his life to. No, he can't take a moment to sit down and breathe because he is a manager, so he has to manage. He is then forced into suspecting his brothers and his friends, and he breaks into the Holy Father's room, because his conscience wouldn't let it rest. And then he sees the Pope's glasses and breaks down in one of the ugliest fits of weeping I remember seeing in movies.
It is such a realistic portrayal of grief and how it sneaks upon you in the most unbecoming ways and unexpected moments.
Love the scene in The Terror where the bisected bodies of two different people are stacked together and posed by what, up until now, everyone had no reason to believe wasn't just a regular polar bear and all the guys are like: