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I just watched When Harry Met Sally and I absolutely hated it.
I'd never seen it before tonight. I don't usually go for romantic anything, I get very squeamish watching emotional moments unfold. It's embarrassing. But I'd just gotten home from my friends party and I figured, hey, I'm drunk and lonely, lets see what all the fuss is about. I was really expecting to love it. As little taste as I have for romance, I am a total sucker for best-friends-turned-lovers. Seriously some absurd proportion of my ex-lovers were friends first, so I clearly have a pattern. And even though I'd never seen this movie, everyone knows When Harry Met Sally, and I had it built up in my head as like, the definitive canon. And it was such a let down.
First of all, Billy Crystal has a very strange face. It is sort of waxy and he looks sleazy and cranky and his lack of expression made me cringe. He's the kind of guy who you don't even want to stand too close to because he probably smells like sweat and dead animals.
Second of all...can someone explain to me how "I really really hate you" translates into a declaration of love? I don't get it. The scene after Harry and Sally first have sex was uncomfortably realistic. He pretty much was the definition of a douche. Why would she even want to be with him? And the way that it takes her walking away from him for him to realize he loves her set the seal on the "eye roller" label. How disappointingly cliche, how Rules, how hollow. Are we supposed to hit rock bottom before we find love?
Moral of the story: Meg Ryan had awesome hair in the 90s, but the legend is better than the reality.
I'd never seen it before tonight. I don't usually go for romantic anything, I get very squeamish watching emotional moments unfold. It's embarrassing. But I'd just gotten home from my friends party and I figured, hey, I'm drunk and lonely, lets see what all the fuss is about. I was really expecting to love it. As little taste as I have for romance, I am a total sucker for best-friends-turned-lovers. Seriously some absurd proportion of my ex-lovers were friends first, so I clearly have a pattern. And even though I'd never seen this movie, everyone knows When Harry Met Sally, and I had it built up in my head as like, the definitive canon. And it was such a let down.
First of all, Billy Crystal has a very strange face. It is sort of waxy and he looks sleazy and cranky and his lack of expression made me cringe. He's the kind of guy who you don't even want to stand too close to because he probably smells like sweat and dead animals.
Second of all...can someone explain to me how "I really really hate you" translates into a declaration of love? I don't get it. The scene after Harry and Sally first have sex was uncomfortably realistic. He pretty much was the definition of a douche. Why would she even want to be with him? And the way that it takes her walking away from him for him to realize he loves her set the seal on the "eye roller" label. How disappointingly cliche, how Rules, how hollow. Are we supposed to hit rock bottom before we find love?
Moral of the story: Meg Ryan had awesome hair in the 90s, but the legend is better than the reality.