Gone to the Movies is a monthly feature that I do with Becky from A Fool’s Ingenuity. We decided to watch some old favourite romance movies (and some we’ve never seen before) together – and talk about them a bit, kind of like we would with books. You can also check out our previous chat on Romancing the Stone!
For February, we chose another great movie, When Harry Met Sally, featuring Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal. And let me tell you, there is some epic 1980s goodness here (the clothes! the hair!).
First of all, Meg Ryan is gorgeous. She’s one of my favourite actresses and Becky and I will probably watch another of her movies sometime soon. She plays Sally to perfection, she’s this control freak with emotional issues but she’s incredibly sweet and a great friend and probably one of the most loveable characters ever. And I absolutely love the fact that she’s always critical of Harry, she tells him he’s abominable and she doesn’t want to settle for anything less than love.
I have to say that Billy Crystal isn’t your typical romance hero. His character, Harry, is even less of one – he’s a cynic and his divorce makes him the worst person ever. But their romance is somehow not just completely believable but the nicest possible thing you can imagine.
There’s this big issue in the story (and I don’t think it counts as a spoiler because it’s first mentioned like five minutes into the movie): Harry claims that men and women can’t be friends without sex getting in the way. And I want to shout balderdash or nonsense or something similar, but the fact is that I haven’t retained a single male friend that I meet up with on my own (as in, not on a double date with our significant others or something).
I had lots of male friends at University, even after I started seriously dating my husband (then boyfriend, we’ve been together since the end of our first year at Uni), but somehow we drifted apart or they got girlfriends that I didn’t necessarily get along with – or they didn’t get along with me, or they moved away or whatever. And that makes me sad. And I think that if I made a new male friend right now, I wouldn’t be able to… I don’t know, go out for drinks alone without somehow feeling
And I think that if I made a new male friend right now, I wouldn’t be able to… I don’t know, go out for drinks alone without somehow feeling guilty, even if wasn’t remotely attracted to him – because we’ve been told so many times that this just isn’t done. Or that he will certainly misconstrue my intentions – or I his. Or that people will think we’re together. And this makes me so angry! Why should we miss out on half the population just because their genitalia look different from ours? Okay, this got way out of hand but I’m conflicted on this subject. Back to the topic! :)
I can’t even find a bad thing to say about this movie. And you know me, I always find bad things to say, I feel like I need to balance out my gushing (except when it comes to Rainbow Rowell. Then all bets are off.). But When Harry Met Sally made me relive the first time I watched this movie (with my parents, when I was probably waaaay too young to fully appreciate the iconic diner orgasm scene) and the dialogues are funny and real, and it made my insides clench in that perfect way that only the best-written romances do. This is SO RARE, people!
So I urge you to re-watch this if you haven’t seen it in a while, because yes, it’s as good as you remember. And if you haven’t seen it yet, please do, it’ll make for a perfectly entertaining night when you just need something nice.
Have you seen When Harry Met Sally? Is it a favourite of yours, too?
Do you have any similar recs for me?
Do YOU think that men and women can be friends without sex getting in the way?
I’d love to hear from you! :)