Some moving ones: In the Elephant Man, when he is locked away all hope given up, and suddenly he starts reciting from the depths of his heart from the Bible a prayer word for word, and Anthony Hopkins realizes the poor suffering man is a spiritual knowledgable flesh-and-blood human being, and not some circus freak, despite how society had treaded on him. His prayer of anguish just got to me.
The scene in My Left Foot, where Daniel Lewis on the floor and out of his wheelchair finally writes a word lying on the floor using his left foot and chalk on the floor to show to his mother he can write.
Foreign movies: the scene in the Colour of Paradise, where a poor Iranian peasant can’t find his borned-blind son a future and takes his blind little son to a woodcarver to learn a trade the blind may learn and live off in their secluded shops. He abandons his blind boy. The poor father struggles for the rest of the film on whether it was right to abandon his son in spite of all the father’s own hardships and whether he could have done anything for him dirffently. The film ultimately is a film about theodicy.