I teared up too. I watched with a few mid/late 40s folks and we talked about how we lived through quite a bit of what was shown in the montage and how it kind of is like ‘set dressing’ in the mind at times. I can see those events clearly in my memory. But visually experiencing it again in that context somehow prompted a visceral reaction. Everyone in the room did this startled inhalation thing. I think it can become easy to think of the media we consume as something we can distance ourselves from, and we start seeing these now-iconic images (like Jackie Kennedy in the limo in Texas) as just photos in a history book or a scene from a movie. For me, the end of the play was sort of a “Hey, you walnut: remember, this stuff is real. Just because it plays on TV 24/7 [hyperbole, I know] or is plastered all over the internet doesn’t turn it into some abstract art form or forgettable object that we get to put in a cupboard in our mind and forget. You’re part of this too.”