The explanation she made, that I bought, was that When Harry Met Sally is the quintessential modern romantic comedy from which all other rom-coms flowed. It tried to be real, but cute and quirky, and whatever else.
"Fair enough," I said. "But it's an exchange."
Pondering quintessential movies of the 80's, of course I immediately leaped to Commando, but in the end opted for RoboCop. I figured she was less likely to be furious with me. Also, I think RoboCop is a genuinely smart movie. She watched it, and through gritted teeth lied about enjoying it. My hat was off, and the game was on.
So, this evening, I watched When Harry Met Sally (1989).
|this movie would have been 100x better if it would have actually been about giants trampling Manhattan beneath their feet (and finding love & each other)|
It is, of course, more than 20 years since the movie saw its release, and we're so far away from the date of the impact that water has filled the crater and evidence of the change is there only if you realize that's not just a tree-filled valley. The plot and ideas have been imitated to death, its gags have become part of the zeitgeist, and I now believe it added the phrases "high maintenance" and "low maintenance" to the lexicon. I was well aware of the "Sally fakes it in the deli" scene, which was more or less the essence of Sex and City every minute of every episode for its entire duration, so, credit where credit is due.