IMHO

It Had To Be You

I'm an easy weeper at movies, but three in particular are guaranteed to bring on the waterworks, even though I already know every camera angle forward and backward and sideways. The Passion of the Christ, Audrey Hepburn classics (more of a "genre" and not any particular film...H once came home to find me all puffy-eyed and sniffly at the the tail end of a TCM Hepburn marathon!), and one of my favorite movies of all time, When Harry Met Sally. Tonight I played it again, and the magic's still the same, especially at the end.

"And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible." Insert weeping here...

I've seen this film at various parts of my life, and I think, like good wine, it gets better with age (mine, not the film's, heh heh). Once upon a time, I had someone quote me this part of the movie when I was complaining about getting old:

Sally: No, no, no I drove him away, and I'm going to be forty.
Harry: When?
Sally: Someday.
Harry: In eight years.

(I was 32 at the time too, my gosh...that long ago)

Anyway, I read this review of the film, and I think it really sums up what the movie's all about (over and above the fake orgasm scene): "Harry's and Sally's romance isn't one of passion, although passion is present, but one that becomes possible because the two people have grown up together, have matured until they can finally see clearly what they really want in a partner."

Exactly. Sigh. Here's to maturity.

posted by Honey Oliveros @ 8:53 PM