“Anyway, it’s about old friends”

I still find it kinda disappointing that it begins with the thesis statement of “can men and women actually be friends?” and ends with “nah”, but that doesn’t really matter when you know Harry and Sally absolutely belong together. Meg Ryan should’ve drop kicked Jessica Tandy and taken her Oscar.

As somebody who absolutely and unironically loves Showgirls, I found myself nodding along and agreeing with a lot of what this movie was saying. It offers a host of different perspectives (mostly positive towards the movie in question), but I don’t quite know if it would convince anyone who thinks the movie is bad that there is something worth appreciating there. Most effective when it explores the critical disparity between movies that are male-focused and use violence as satire and commentary vs. movies that are female-focused and use sex as satire and commentary.

This movie avoids so many tired Bond cliches that when they finally play his theme during the end credits, it’s practically shocking

As a teenaged gay well into the throws of his Sondheim obsession, I petitioned my local small town library to buy a copy of the newly-released DVD. It was a process for them and for me.

It was not worth it.