breaking the silence, or, watching When Harry Met Sally
Notes:
1. Billy Crystal is not a conventionally handsome man. That said, there were at least 5 meltingly good moments where he was incredibly sexy, compared to, say, Twilight in which I'm being hit over the head by Robert Pattinson (sp?)'s cheekbones and yet remain totally unaffected.
2. That said, knowing his voice first from Monster's Inc. is very, very, very strange.
3. Everything Harry said about men and women - they can never be just friends, but they might be able to if both are already in relationships - is my dad's own philosophy that he's been telling me for the past two years.
4. I don't know that Meg Ryan is a really fantastic actress, but I give her all the props in the world for getting through that "faking it" cafe scene.
5. I think I like You've Got Mail a little more. Something clean-cut, less depressing and less questioning. You know that Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan stay together, because the cosmic universe deems it. But in Harry and Sally? They could really still end up hating each other. The one point against this is that they showed up in the montage of dim-witted, happily married couples.
6. You have to be incredibly slim, like Ryan, to pull off the hideous jeans and dresses she wore in this movie.
7. Finally, I am really, really getting tired of this particular movie-shorthand for a man proving his love to a woman: list, at the very least, 5 specific, totally random quirks or facts about her. No matter what they are, she is thrilled by your specificity and throws herself into your arms. Example:
"I love that you pick your toenails constantly and don't care where the pieces go. I love that when you eat cake, you always insist on having the last piece. I love all the little pock-marks on your forehead you try to cover up. I love that you always order pasta and then have bad gas for an hour."
Extreme, but, come on, it's overused. Disturbia may be the worst example of this I can remember. "I'm stalking you, but because I'm only giving you non-sexual details about what I'm noticing, that means I'm not creepy and also worthy of your love." GAH!
As for my relationship with this blog - I don't care, and you almost certainly don't, whether I "keep this up," or not. But yet, like a random fall leaf, here you are.
1. Billy Crystal is not a conventionally handsome man. That said, there were at least 5 meltingly good moments where he was incredibly sexy, compared to, say, Twilight in which I'm being hit over the head by Robert Pattinson (sp?)'s cheekbones and yet remain totally unaffected.
2. That said, knowing his voice first from Monster's Inc. is very, very, very strange.
3. Everything Harry said about men and women - they can never be just friends, but they might be able to if both are already in relationships - is my dad's own philosophy that he's been telling me for the past two years.
4. I don't know that Meg Ryan is a really fantastic actress, but I give her all the props in the world for getting through that "faking it" cafe scene.
5. I think I like You've Got Mail a little more. Something clean-cut, less depressing and less questioning. You know that Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan stay together, because the cosmic universe deems it. But in Harry and Sally? They could really still end up hating each other. The one point against this is that they showed up in the montage of dim-witted, happily married couples.
6. You have to be incredibly slim, like Ryan, to pull off the hideous jeans and dresses she wore in this movie.
7. Finally, I am really, really getting tired of this particular movie-shorthand for a man proving his love to a woman: list, at the very least, 5 specific, totally random quirks or facts about her. No matter what they are, she is thrilled by your specificity and throws herself into your arms. Example:
"I love that you pick your toenails constantly and don't care where the pieces go. I love that when you eat cake, you always insist on having the last piece. I love all the little pock-marks on your forehead you try to cover up. I love that you always order pasta and then have bad gas for an hour."
Extreme, but, come on, it's overused. Disturbia may be the worst example of this I can remember. "I'm stalking you, but because I'm only giving you non-sexual details about what I'm noticing, that means I'm not creepy and also worthy of your love." GAH!
As for my relationship with this blog - I don't care, and you almost certainly don't, whether I "keep this up," or not. But yet, like a random fall leaf, here you are.