“….Either making love or else expecting rain…”
I am not a big fan of “chick flicks” generally. Romantic comedy is not my USUAL genre of movie enjoyment. (And I like movies!) But there is one HUGE exception, in my list of favorite movies: 1989’s When Harry Met Sally.
This is all the more an anomaly since the movie is such an overt exploration of casual sex, which I do not advocate in the slightest. The plot, the language, the worldview portrayed, not to mention the genre, all make a perfect recipe for me to leave it alone. But the acting is good, and the zingers and one-liners are brilliant… and… and then there is that most perfect comedic scene where Meg Ryan, sitting opposite Billy Crystal in a restaurant surrounded by the anonymous, restaurant-eating public enjoying a fine meal, fakes an orgasm and draws the attention of everyone in the place, then suddenly stops and goes…
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