*Happy F’n New Year.
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I don’t care if it’s corny or outdated in anyone’s opinion.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.”
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.
“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.
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…)