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Yeah Yeah Yeah*

*Happy F’n New Year.

It Had to Be You

When Harry Met Sally is my favorite movie*.

I don’t care if it’s corny or outdated in anyone’s opinion.

The dialogue is superb, and the sentiments are timeless

(though the fashions may not be).

“Harry, you’re gonna have to move back to New Jersey

because you’ve slept with everybody in New York

and I don’t see that turning Helen into a faint memory for you.”

Note the book titles. My favorite is in the middle – Making Life Right When it Feels All Wrong

I bet it would have been fun to be friends with Carrie Fisher in the 80s… except for when she was wasted.

Wait… that would have been always. Nevermind.

It definitely would have been really fun to date Harry Burns

(Billy Crystal’s character), at least after he was

put in his place by his ex-wife Helen.

Let’s face it, he was a bit too pompous before that devastation.

I would love to do karaoke with 80s Billy Crystal.

“You see? That is just like you, Harry.

You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.”

Of course she really meant ‘love you’.

And who couldn’t love Billy Crystal in this film?

My admiration for him leads me to spend too much time in Photoshop,

carefully collaging screen grabs of him…

I could start a whole blog about the speedwalking scene alone.

Could you even fathom today’s man speedwalking,

let alone in Central Park, in shiny spandex!?!?!

Billy certainly had the tush for it though, let’s give him credit

where it’s due.

I took specific delight in cropping the picture of Billy

with his finely groomed beard.

What a work of art.

While most of his wardrobe in this film is very 80s unfortunate,

I go weak when he dons the Yankee sweatshirt

and suspenders in another scene.

It’s no wonder that he drove sensible Sally Albright crazy.

Or maybe the burdens of such heavy things necessary for being a writer in the 80s drove her nuts. She's buried at this desk.

 

It's so obvious and they are so blind.

The scene at The Met is almost too romantic for me.

And I hate the word romantic.

It barely holds it’s true meaning anymore thanks

to all of the abuse it’s suffered.

 

(*Most of the time. Subject to change…)